'Ooh, later you saucy beast!' she says as you attempt tonsil contact with the crocodill. 'Sing more for me. Sing "Margarine".' So you sing: -

'I put my margarine on wheels and left it on the windowsill, then later it was full of eels, I sold them to the postman. He said "I really wanted mice" so I cooked up a bowl of rice then he stood up and punched me twice, and said it was too creamy. The Butler interrupted us, he said "oh dear, we've missed the bus", the milkman's face was full of pus, we tried to just ignore him. But he insisted "I will pay for your Jamaican holiday", then off he went to St Tropez on his magic trampoline. Then yesterday my good friend Dave got stuck inside his microwave, he ended up with nasty burns upon his toes, then back the milkman came again upon his special custard train, he left a tub of margarine then went upon his way."

'Mm, I love that song,' says the croc, and you embark upon a night of passion. Click here.