What I love about this song is the fact that, even though it dates from 1928, it's so obviously about why masturbation doesn't quite cut the mustard.
There ain't no sense sitting on the fence
All by yourself in the moonlight.
There ain't no thrill by the watermill
All by yourself in the moonlight.
There ain't no fun sitting beneath the trees
Giving yourself a hug, giving yourself a squeeze.
Hilarious, witty and very good fun.
I can't find a copy of Randolph Sutton's song on Amazon, but there's an even better version by Whispering Jack Smith on the album Songs the Bonzo Dog Band Taught Us.
