Victoria Wood singing her wonderfully hilarious song The Ballad of Barry and Freda (Let's Do It) from "Live in Your Own Home" 1994.rnrnFreda...
Victoria Wood singing her wonderfully hilarious song The Ballad of Barry and Freda (Let's Do It) from "Live in Your Own Home" 1994.rnrnFreda and Barry sat one night, the sky was clear the stars were bright. The wind was soft, the moon was up. Freda drained her cocoa cup. She licked her lips, she felt sublime. She switched off "gardener's question time". Barry cringed in fear and dread, as Freda grabbed his tie and said:rnLet's Do It, let's do it, do it while the mood is right. I'm feeling appealing, I've really got an appetite. I'm on fire with desire, I could handle half the tenors in a male voice choir. Let's do it, let's do it tonight!rnBUT HE SAID: I can't do it, I can't do it, I don't believe in too much sex. This fashion for passion, turns us into nervous wrecks. No derision, my decision, I'd rather watch "The Spinners" on the television. I can't do it, I can't do it tonight!rnSO SHE SAID: Let's do it, let's do it, do til our hearts go boom. Go native, creative, living in the living room. This folly, is jolly, bend me over backwards on me hostess trolley. Let's do it, let's do it tonight!rnBUT HE SAID: I can't do it, I can't do it, me heavy breathing days have gone. I'm older, feel colder, it's other things that turn me on. I'm imploring, I'm boring, let me read this catalogue on vinyl flooring. I can't do it, I can't do it tonight.rnSO SHE SAID: Let's do it, let's do it, have a crazy night of love. I'll strip bare, I'll just wear stilettos and an oven glove. Don't starve a girl of a palaver, dangle from the wardrobe in your balaclava. Let's do it, let's do it tonight.rnBUT HE SAID: I can't do it, I can't do it, I know I'd only get it wrong. Don't angle, for me to dangle me arms have never been that strong. Stop pouting, stop shouting you know I pulled a muscle when I did that grouting. I can't do it, I can't do it tonight.rnLet's do it, let's do it share a night of wild romance. Frenetic, poetic, this could be your last big chance. To quote Milton, to eat Stilton, to roll in gay abandon on the tufted Wilton. Let's do it, let's do it tonight.rnI can't do it, I can't do it, I've got other little jobs on hand. Don't grouse, around the house, I've got a busy evening planned. Stop nagging, I'm flagging, you know as well as I do that the pipes want lagging. I can't do it, I can't do it tonight.rnLet's do it, let's do it, while I'm really in the mood. Three cheers! it's years since I caught you even semi-nude. Be drastic, gymnastic, wear your baggy Y-fronts with the loose elastic. Let's do it, let's do it tonight.rnI can't do it, I can't do it, I must refuse to get undressed. I feel silly, it's too chilly to go without me thermal vest. Don't choose me, don't use me, me mother sent a note to say you must excuse me. I can't do, I can't do it tonight.rnLet's do it, let's do it, I feel I absolutely must. I won't exempt you, want to tempt you, want to drive you mad with lust. No cautions, just contortions, smear an avocado on me lower portions. Let's do it, let's do it tonight.rnI can't do it, I can't do it, it's really not my cup of tea. I'm harrassed, embarassed, I wish you hadn't picked on me. No dramas, give me me pyjamas. The only girl I'm mad about is Judith Chalmers. I can't do it, I can't do it tonight.rnLet's do it, Let's do it, I really want to run amok. Let's wiggle, let's jiggle, let's really make the rafters rock. Be mighty, be flighty, come and melt the buttons on me flame-proof nighty. Let's do it, let's do it tonight.rnLet's do it, let's do it, I really want to rant and rave. Let's go, cause I know just how I want you to behave. Not bleakly, not meekly, beat me on the bottom with the "Womans Weekly". Let's do it, let's do it tonight. Less
