Mr Singh who does not sing or carry a tune too well is six foot six and has a beard,a little weird but I won't tell ,sells the most amazing things,
like the 'arrows and slings of discontent' and pent up frustrations by the score all sold in boxes from his 'Singh can't sing cash and carry superstore'
A lovelier man I've never met
with a set of false teeth that makes me smile,coloured blue (he says it reminds him of the Nile).

He made a pile of cash from some South sea bubble crash but is generous almost to a fault.
Worth his salt? I'll say he is
His name is known both far and wide
and that woman standing by his side,looking rather gracious with her eyes so green,has been known and seen as, Mr Singh's majestic Queen.

They're a lovely pair and very fair,
please let me introduce you.
Mr Brown meet Mr Singh and Mr Singh,Mr Brown has a carpet shop here in the town,his brother is a Draughtsman,
Craftsmen of a different breed all have a hunger and need to feed so Mr's Singh bakes little cakes which she sells on Sundays at Church fetes and car boot sales.

One day I'll be like the Singh's
I can't sing
can't carry a tune just need to stop gazing at the moon
and wishing my life away.