Picture the scene: We kick off with a tribute to those London Girls, ’cos let’s face it, That’s What I Like. We might start off feeling a bit Melancholy Baby, sitting in the corner wondering I Wonder Whose Arms You Are Tonight, but you Mustn’t Grumble, eh? Before you know it, the ivories start rattling on That Old Piano and everyone’s shouting “Gercha!” at the top of their lungs. If the missus starts giving it too much Rabbit, we just tell her Darling, I Don’t Care and head down the Massage Parlour, strictly for a back rub, mind! whilst dreaming of a trip to Margate or tucking into a plate of Hot Meat Pies, Saveloys and Trotters.

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I’ll tell you what, why don’t I just list all the songs we do? It’s going to make life a lot easier.

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You want the lowdown on what Bunny Bunny Jabba brings to the party? It’s a full-throttle singalong where the crowd is the star. Grab a pint, find your voice, and get practicing with the links below.