There's a tiny jewell where black pudding plushes bloom
By a small jam buttie mine across the way
Where the fragarance orf the sauce wells
Seem much stronger in mid june
As it wafts around a hot mid summers day

There's a little local everybody calls the Half Pint Inn
Where the diddy people at the close of day
Gather for their tickling tonic and amongst the diddy din
You can hear their voices singing far away

Knotty Ash, Knotty Ash what a wonderful place
When I'm away that's where I long to be
Knotty Ash, Knotty Ash how I quicken my pace
Evrytime I hear you calling me

"The scenery of Knotty ash is quite breath taking
The balmiest of breezes delicately informs one's nose of the whereabouts of the kipper bushes. The hedge rows are all blooming fuill of daffidandildocks, fingerraniums and ticklemas daisies. The clatter of tiny clogs can be heard as the Diddy people toddle off the work to the broken biscuit repair works and the snuff quaries. So folks when things look black, why not send them to the laundry"

Knotty Ash, Knotty Ash what a wonderful place
When I'm away that's where I long to be
Knotty Ash, Knotty Ash how I quicken my pace
Evrytime I hear you calling me

Knotty Ash
Knotty Ash
I hear you calling me.

