I hadn't heard it for, oh, at least 30 years, but the lyrics (to the last verse) came back to me with no problem at all:
Oh, the nauseating witches who put scinitllating stitches in the breechesHow does that happen? I'm sure Marcel Proust had something to say on the subject.
Of the boys who put the powder on the noses of the ladies
Of the court of King Caractacus,
Are just passing by.
I recall that the song was on a Rolf Harris album. I'll have to search it out to see how wide of the mark I am...
Well, I was close. Apparently the ladies are from the Harem of the Court of King Caractacus. And the Witches were "fascinating" rather than "nauseating". If you're at all bothered, you can read the lyrics here.
No sign of a free MP3 link to the song. Which is a shame 'cos it was a corker!