He took his lass to the local flicks By heck he was so very eager But when his hand slipped down her back She said, “I smell Swarfega.”
Not so easily discouraged He went and scrubbed his hands But when he got back to try again She’d gone, and thwarted his plans.
They didn't have mobiles in those days Further contact there couldn’t have been So he went to the pub and stood with his mates And bragged about the heaven he’d seen.
(For those who may not know, Swarfega was invented in 1947 by Audley Bowdler Williamson, and is a hand-cleaning product originally invented to prolong the life of silk stockings. It found far more use in garages than it ever did in lady’s boudoirs)