That harridan from number nine,
With the Collins boy-
Would you believe?
I've heard its true,
From her at twenty two,
Common knowledge, she says.

Charlie Muggins, inside they say ,
Away with old farmer Pipers silver.
Knocked him down,
Three days he lay,
Thought you knew,
It's common knowledge!

Of course you've heard,
'bout that Mr Hart, you must have,
He only stays next door,
The cancers got him,
Only six months,
Oh come on!, it's common knowledge.

Well I'm not one to gossip,
I'm not one to pry,
We've all a right to our privacy,
But you did ask, didn't you?
And anyway, as I'm sure you know,
It is common knowledge.