To the tune of "She'll be coming round the mountain":
We'll be running round the Trumpton* with our willies hanging out.
We'll be running round the Trumpton* with our willies hanging out.
We'll be running round the Trumpton*, running round the Trumpton*, running round the Trumpton* with our willies hanging out.
Singing I've got a bigger one than you (ooh ah).
I've got a bigger one than you (ooh ah).
I've got a bigger one, I've got a bigger one, I've got a bigger one than you (ooh ah).
* or some other Sag shitehole