Lucy James:
[singing]
Now, since we all have met, And formalities are through, May I present, My heaven sent: Cheeky-Peeky-Poo!
Sailors' Chorus:
Who?
Lucy James:
Love me, love my pekinese, In spite of your antipathies, If you want to cultivate me, Gotta love Cheeky...
Sailors' Chorus:
Howdy little Cheeky.
Lucy James:
Cheeky he's my chaperone, Never let's me be alone, So, when you invite me to tea, Gotta have Cheeky.
Sailors' Chorus:
Nasty little Cheeky!
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