Buckland’s Britches

A dear sweet innocent lass took a dash to the privies one evening, secure in the knowledge that at 2am there’d be nobody loitering outside and chatting. I threatened for a year to write something in honour of the event. I can’t remember who suggested that I filk “Yellow Polka Dot Bikini”, but it was the inspiration I needed.

[Easter 2003]

She was afraid to go down to the privies
She was frightened that someone would see
She was afraid to go down to the privies
‘Till she really was bursting to pee!

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Tell the people what she wore…

It was the latest thing in pers’nal armour
Purple stretchy striped pyjamas
That she wore for the first time tonight
The latest thing in pers’nal armour
Purple stretchy striped pyjamas
And she feared she’d be seen in the light

She was afraid to come out of the privies
‘Cause the murmers had grown to be loud
She was afraid to come out of the privies
She’d attracted a sizeable crowd

Eine-zwei-drei-vier
Tell uss vhat ve vant to hear!

It was the latest thing in pers’nal armour
Purple stretchy striped pyjamas
That she wore on a run to the lav
The latest thing in pers’nal armour
Purple stretchy striped pyjamas
Just the thing every lass ought to have!