Julia Posh

Peddling down the road at a quarter to three

I really don't know what you see in me.

Pushing up the hill is a serious strain

I Think I would be better off taking the train.

Julia you see you’re a woman of means

I am alone with my sausage and beans

I often wonder what you see in me

My collie named Phil, my Colour TV

Oh Julia, You’re my girl Julia.

A woman like you and they’re breaking the mould’

You’re never too young and you’re never too old

Jimmy Choose shoes and designer bag,

It is me in my cap with my pac a mac bag

Oh Julia

You are my girl Julia

You live in a house with a drive and a gate

You’re always on time you never come late.

An office in London, New York and Hong Kong

You’re phones always busy but mines never on

My interest is Star Wars and gardens and trees

Your Mother’s from Chelsea, me Dad is from Leeds.

Under wander which see you me

My daring named fell my Colour TV

Said Oh Julia, You’re my girl Julia.

A woman like you and they’re breaking the mould

You’re never too young and you’re never too old

You’re Jimmy Choose shoes and designer bag,

Me in my cap with my drainpipes and fag.

Oh Julia

You are my girl Julia

Julia

Julia

Julia

My Julia