Benny Hill Lyrics

Chaz Antonelli

on Bianca

Now Bianca McBrown weighs three hundred pounds,
She's got eyes like rissoles in the snow.
She comes from St. Kitts, got a big pair of mitts,
She could lay Mike Tyson out with one blow.
When she lays in the sand, the tide goes out and
Refuses to come back until she's gone.
One day she bent down to hitch up her gown
And we had an eclipse of the sun.

(Oh Bianca, lovely Bianca)

We went for a stroll, she said, "Look at, that's a bull,
"And that's a cow and that's a sow and that's a boar.
"And just look at that, Joe!" I said, "Bianca I know,"
She said, "Well what do you want to tread in it for?"
By the barn door, we lay down in the straw
And she said as she gave my hand a squeeze,
"Would you like a roll in the hay?" and I said, "Okay,"
She said, "Do you want fish paste or cheese?"

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Oh, lovely Bianca, big fat Bianca, Like a peach on an apricot tree,
I would charter a tanker and sail to Sri Lanka,
To thank her for her company.

Now this big fat girl has got a map of the world
Tattooed all over her skin,
One day she showed me Japan, the Gulf of Siam,
I even had to peek at Peking.
On her left knee was West Germany,
Russia was on her right thigh,
But when I turned and saw my wife at the door
I let the rest of the world go by.

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(Oh Bianca, lovely Bianca)

So I divorced my wife and I began a new life,
With Bianca on the honeymoon cruise,
Our wedding night, it was great, I even let her stay up late
To listen to the six o'clock news.
Now I am never blue with my queen of tattoo,
A happier man could not be found,
I've got heat in the winter, I've got shade in the summer,
And moving pictures all the year round.

Oh, lovely Bianca, big fat Bianca,
Like a peach on an apricot tree,
I would charter a tanker and sail to Sri Lanka,
To thank her for marrying me.
(To thank her for marrying me)
To thank her for marrying me.