Oh Nigella, Sweet Nigella >>

I would stick an umber-ella
Up me jap's eye, if you ordered me to do it.
I would eat a pasta parcel
off yer dirty unwashed arse'ole
And I'd use your **** for seasoning me suet.

You don't compare to a creamy Stella.
Don't come round here,
I'd rather my beer,
I'll leave you to that old Awimb fella

you're all crying like big babies because there's a bit of a gale blowing up.