Mr'Perfect' br br I may not be Mr perfect Dear but my clothes were all the rage br In 1952 my dear before they were worn away br As for my eyes my dear the class one was clearly blue br that is before it fell into something, br The colour of meaty stew br A car a wage are hard to find br Although I've stolen a few br And as for cooking food my dear br Her Majesty does that too br But if we should ever meet my dear br I'm sure w'll get along grate br So send me a file or two br Wrapped up in a piece of cakebr br JAMES ROBERTSbr br