The Ballad of Bethnal Green

This is a very old English folk song
I know it's a very old English folk song
Because I wrote it myself when I was very young

I tell the tale of a jealous male and a maid of sweet 16
She was blonde and dumb, and she lived with her mum
On the fringe of Bethnal Green
She worked all week for a rich old Greek
For her dad was on the dole
And her one delight was a Friday night
When she had a little rock and roll

To my rit-fal-lal, to my titty-fal-lal
To my itty-bitty-fal-dal-day
To my rit-fal-lal, to my titty-fal-lal
To my itty-bitty-fal-dal-day

Then one fine day in the month of May
She found her big romance
He was dark and sleek with a scar on his cheek
And a pair of drainpipe pants
And she thought, "With you, I could be so true
Through all the years to come"
For she loved the gay, abandoned way
He chewed his chewing gum

To my rit-fal-lal, to my titty-fal-lal
To my itty-bitty-fal-dal-day
To my rit-fal-lal, to my titty-fal-lal
To my itty-bitty-fal-dal-day

It started well because he fell for all her girlish charms
But he had some doubt when he caught her out in someone else's arms
He said, "Look here, you know, my dear, this is going a bit too far"
Then he went quite white and he sloshed her right
In the middle of her cha-cha-cha

He went before a man of the law who said, "This will not do
I've had enough of the sort of stuff I get from the likes of you"
And was she peeved when he received a longish term in clink?
In a fit of pique, she married the Greek, and now she's dressed in mink

To my rit-fal-lal, to my titty-fal-lal
To my itty-bitty-fal-dal-day
To my rit-fal-lal, to my titty-fal-lal
To my itty-bitty-fal-dal-day