The highlight of the week for libertines like Gert and me
Does not depend on drugs or booze or grub
But rather more discerning are our pleasures now as we
Look forward to the weekend Beaver Club.
But shame on you! We all know what you thought a beaver was
But I’ve deceived you rather cleverly
A beaver’s not at all a lady’s fundament because
It’s a resident of Yorkshire’s Beverley.
For on a Friday night we wend our way Our Gert and me
For a weekend in our static caravan
As members of the Beaver Club we frail and elderly
Are enjoying our retirement while we can.
