I long to wangle wonga for a dongle; br I can’t hang on any longer unattached. br Don’t get me wrong, a struggle, long and strong’ll br Mingle with my wrangle to be hatched. br A dongle, that new-fangled status symbol, br Is what I plan to wrangle from my man. br I’ll plan to keen my wrangle angle simple br So nothing wrong’ll tangle with my plan. br A simple sample, not a mad fandango - br A tangled plan’ll channel wonga wrong - br I’ll strangle dangling thoughts to make my man go br And hand me wonga wrongly all along: br Well-wrangled plans’ll mingle single-handed br With ample angles in tangled jungles of my plot br So jingle-jangle wonga can be landed br To grant my planned demands upon the spot. br And when my strongly wangled wonga all assembles br I’ll simply wander single-handed to the till, br Hand all wrangled wonga, in a hand that trembles br To the man who’ll hand me a dongle, and the bill br Which I’ll settle with the wangled dongle-wonga br And I’ll amble with my new-fangled dongle home. br Since you can’t handle this strangled, jumbled angle any longer, br I’ll leave your scrambled, mangled, jangling minds alone.