
I spoke to Iggy every now & again on Facebook and once, while I was at Libby Gausden's house, on the phone. She sounded delightful but I never got to meet her. Sadly, she passed away on the 13 December 2017.
Rest in peace Iggy Rose 1947-2017.
Written (!) & performed (!) by Mark Jones.
Iggy, Iggy.
Today it's your birthday.
Iggy, Iggy.
Me and Phil we are gay.
Iggy, Iggy.
You're so dolly-licious.
Iggy, Iggy.
But you can be quite vicious.
Iggy, Iggy.
We have never met you.
Iggy, Iggy.
But in order to we'd join a queue.
Iggy, Iggy.
With you around we aren't glum.
Iggy, Iggy.
And we've seen your round bum.
Iggy, Iggy.
We think you're hunky dory.
Iggy, Iggy.
Give me a morning glory.
Iggy, Iggy.
We know you 'cause you met Syd.
Iggy, Iggy.
We are jel', we wish we did.
Iggy, Iggy.
We hope that your day was swell.
Iggy, Iggy.
More like heaven and not like hell.
Iggy, Iggy.
Thank you for making us laugh.
Iggy, Iggy.
I'll read your comments when I'm in the bath.
Iggy, Iggy.
They say this song must end now.
Iggy, Iggy.
And so I must take a bow.
Iggy, Iggy.
I hope this song does make you laugh.
Iggy, Iggy.
One day I'll get your autograph.
Iggy, Iggy.
So toodle-pip and I must go.
Iggy, Iggy.
Chooga-chug and don't be slow.