I’m tough I’m gruff
A little bit rough
And my name on the street
Is beryl

I’m Great I’m a mate
A little bit late
But the word on the beat
Is I’m mad

I’m young I’m well hung
A little bit tongue
When I speak they say
Please be quiet

I’m a drip with a lip
With pants below my hip
All the girls swoon
When they see my friend

I’m a lover I’m your brother
I fancy your mother
My voice is getting dull
I’m off now see you around