August 1: Basil, Basil ... Basil ...

There’s a little hotel set down by the beach

Run by a couple, well that’s a figure of speech

No one knows how it continues to run

And how their business, has not come undone

Miss Tibbs she has fainted, a guest he is dead

The Doctor is waiting for his breakfast in bed

The dog’s had Tabasco, the chef’s got the sack

The kitchen’s on fire, and the dead bloke is back

Manuel’s from Barcelona, the hotel’s in Torquay

I would never stay there, look hard and you’ll see

The joint’s a disaster, Basil, Polly and Sybil

How the joint runs is a is a complete riddle

Only twelve episodes, were made of this show

Didn’t do it to death, when to stop they did know

The humour old fashioned, outdated some say

You wouldn't get away with that stuff today

I love Fawlty Towers, it’s a lesson in laughter

But Basil and Sybil won’t live happy ever after

His odd sense of humour was just a little obscure

But he knew how to laugh, of that he made sure