Albert got his big truck stuck

on top of the hump-back bridge.

The cop-on-a-bike come by

and he give him a ticket.

The old man who leans on the wall

and smukes his pipe all day

said what wus wrong

well the truck ‘us too long

and the bridge ‘us too steep.

 

Potter Heigham Bridge had a hump;

‘at was as humped as a cow’s rump

and though there wus a sign

‘at wus easy to miss, ‘zy to miss, ‘zy to miss

in the sunshine.

 

Well the grease girls and boys come by

at round about ha’ past four.

The bus that gener’lly took hours

would now take even more.

The bread man, the milk man

and the egg lady all agreed

that this here stew

was the rummest to do

that they’d ever seed.

 

Well the big yellow crane that

eventually came to do the job

‘at musta cost quids but it

thrilled the kids an’ mooed the cows.

The lads had a laugh on time and a half

then they went back to the town.

And the bridge looked arch

and started to frown

and night spread its gown.

 

Potter Heigham Bridge had a hump;

it was as humped as a blue tit’s breast

and when he took his test

life was less of a rush, of a rush, of a rush

so old Albert says.

 

The cars with their big red lights

bounce over the bridge agin.

The grease girls and boys play

fru’t machine at the riverside fun spot.

The old man who leans on the bar

and smukes the wall away

got on his bike

and said he’d not see its loike agin

loikely as not.