Lyrics:

[Woman]
'Hello, what's your name?'

[Judge Dread]
'Dread'

[w]
'Not Judge Dread?'

[j.d.]
'Yes, that's right'

[w]
'Oh, I've always wanted to meet you'

[j.d.]
'Oh really, why?'

[w]
'Oh, I'm a really big fan of yours'

[j.d.]
'That's very nice of you to say that'

[w]
'Is It true?'

[j.d.]
'Is what true?'

[w]
'What they say about big nine'

[j.d.]
'Well, I think you'd better have a look for yourself'

[w]
'Oh, it's true, it's true! Come on Dread, get 'em off'

[j.d.]
'No, what do you take me for!'

[w]
'Come on, don't be shy'

[w]
'Now doesn't that feel better?'

[j.d.]
'Oh yes, those bloody boots were killing me!'

[w]
'Here, look at this'

[j.d.]
'Oh my god, I don't believe it!'

[w]
'Oh come on, touch it'

[j.d.]
'You must be bloody jokin', you're not even a proper woman!
You're a geezer dressed up! you're one of those Trans
What do they call 'em
Transvestites!'

[w]
'Oh come on dear, this is 1975'

[j.d.]
'Oh I don't know, every time I come out, every bloody time, it always ends up in sillys!'

[w]
'Come home and give me love please'

[j.d.]
'I'll tell you what, I'll give you bloody love!
I'll give you the rough end of a pineapple! Go on, fuck off!'

[w]
'Nasty man you'

[j.d.]
'Away!'

[w]
'What?'

[j.d.]
'Take your soddy handbag with you!'

[w]
'And I'm not going to buy anymore of your records! Fuck off!'