Alf plays the Piccadilly Polka on piano and the patrons join in singing.
Piccadilly Polka Lyrics
Everybody knows that the Fuhrer is a rotter.
But how many know that old Adolf has a daughter.
She isn't very pretty, her face is a fright,
But I do my best for England, by keeping her out all night.
A kiss, kiss, kiss my German Miss,
We have a ripe old bash,
But whenever he sees me pinching her, he swallows his moustache.