1. |
Things That Are Best
03:05
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Kittens and dresses and ham and cheese sandwich
Measuring the length of horses with handwiths
Fine dancing monkeys and mustard and cress
These are the things that I think are the best
Jelly and ice cream and cake on your birthday
Thinking of somebody using a bidet
Spurn coffee Revels and eat all the rest
These are the things that I think are the best
I think of them and I smile
Though it’s raining outside and it’s stormy
Disappear to a welcoming place
Where the problems of the world ignore me
Whenever I’m lonely or sad
Whenever I’m troubled or tearful
I think of the things that are best in my head
And the world doesn’t seem so fearful
Crispy fried bacon, all dripping with lard
Hide and seek played in a Viking graveyard
Sipping cocoa in a long game of chess
These are the things that I think are the best
Exotic vegetables like ladyfingers
Catcher In The Rye by JD Salinger
A burly sea-captain who’s wearing a vest
These are the things that I think are the best
I think of them and I smile
Though it’s raining outside and it’s stormy
Disappear to a welcoming place
Where the problems of the world ignore me
Whenever I’m lonely or sad
Whenever I’m troubled or tearful
I think of the things that are best in my head
And the world doesn’t seem so fearful
The hacksaws they use to cut bone in the butchers
MTV’s Punk’d starring one Ashton Kutcher
Digging a pit to be filled up with cess
These are the things that I think are the best
Spending July on the French Riviera
First name Christina, surname Aguilera
Beating all comers in belching contests
These are the things that I think are the best
Filling a fishtank with gravel and fishes
Eating a pie that is truly delishiz
Wandering over a heath with a spaniel
Naming your microwave Viceroy Nathaniel
Filling a Wellington boot up with chutney
Dick Dastardly and his co-pilot Muttley
Making things totally over the top
Never quite knowing just when to say stop
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2. |
The Stool
01:47
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3. |
The Bare Minimum
02:16
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You've got a field full of cows
That you milk once a day
But there's a problem with the cows
They keep running away (They don't want to be milked)
You could build a fence
But it's a really hot day
And you won't have to milk them if they all run away
So come on everybody! Do the bare minimum!
If there's a problem in your life
You could sort it out right
But it could just be more fun
If you just let it slide
So don't write a novel
Just write an opening line
You've achieved something great in much less time
So come on everybody! Do the bare minimum!
Put your left arm in
Don't move it at all
Just leave it there
We're having a ball
Is your left arm still in?
Then you're doing it right
Is it feeling slightly tingly, like the blood's draining out of your arm?
Hey that's really something! You're really doing nothing!
Just getting by
That's how you get through life
No you don't eat the whole pie
You just eat a slice
And you could write a whole song
But why bother?
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Seated in the circle, in the royal box
We shushed the kids and stopped the clocks
The gentlemen in tuxes and the ladies in frocks
It had finally arrived
The day we had been promised since last July
The twinkle we saw in the producer's eye
She accepted the job and she knew just why
What a glorious ride
The lights, the tights, theatrical fights
The height of fame, her name in lights
She might just set the stage alight
We'll see
No-one expected it, some rejected it
Rufus Norris at the National directed it
A certifiable CASH COW
When the TV presenter with no previous experience
Of musical theatre began to sing
In a role made famous by Elaine Page
The TV Presenter stood centre stage
Theatrical purists wrung their hands in rage
Not knowing what to feel
And there she stood, Maria Callas reborn
Standing in the glare of theatrical dawn
Many a programme screwed up in scorn
But that's part of the deal
You choose the boos, but you refuse
To let reviews persecute you
In moments few begins your brand new start
She was still pausing, she was taking it all in
The critic from the FT started sinking his claws in
She'd have to start any moment now
When the TV Presenter with no previous experience
Of musical theatre began to sing
And it was long, that first note
High, that first note
Would she drop at the first hurdle she came to?
The pens would drip blood on the notebooks
Mud would be thrown at her good looks
Why would she ever put herself through this?
Tenderly, she sang a middle C
She pulled it off, so she sang a D
An F and an A, a C and a B
It sounded rather sweet
The audience looked at their fellow man
They nodded once, and then the smiling began
And from the upper tiers, the cheering rang
They rose to their feet
The cynics had been proven wrong!
The run would be "The Mousetrap" long!
She'd only sung half a song, but hey!
She could really sing! Put her face on everything!
Only two months before the backlash begins!
A certifiable CASH COW
When the TV Presenter with no previous experience
Of musical theatre began to sing
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5. |
Supernanny
03:50
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A nanny’s lot is not to be
A teacher or a busy bee
It’s not to be so stern and cruel
When I try to bend every rule
She should be smart and pretty too
And darn my socks and buff my shoes
And tuck me in when I feel ill
And be lovely and kind
If you were in trouble
I’m sure you would agree
You don’t need a superman
You need a supernanny
I want a nanny in a dress
Who plays the flute and cheats at chess
Who beats up bigger kids for me
Who lets me jump on the settee
A nanny should be slim and fit
Should not have got about a bit
She should be pure and innocent
And not ask where her handbag went
If you were in trouble
I’m sure you would agree
You don’t need a superman
You need a supernanny
So many things upon my list
That she, in loco parentis,
Should be, and how she should behave
For we are kids and not her slaves
She won’t get drunk on beer or stout
If I light fires, she’ll put them out
If I kick cats, she’ll understand
Apologise to the milkman
And bandage those I have injured
Stop me jumping in manure
And just to say, if I cause offence:-
“I blame it all on their parents”
If you were in trouble
I’m sure you would agree
You don’t need a superman
You need a supernanny
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6. |
I'm A Musketeer
02:38
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I’m a musketeer and I slap my thigh
I do the derring-do cause I’m a daring guy
Catching people’s eyes as I pass them by
Except on Laundry Thursdays
I’m a musketeer, I’m built for power and speed
I will storm a castle if it’s what the people need
Sharpening my steel, winking at a girl
On Laundry Thursday, I make sure the laundry is all done
I’m a musketeer and I slap my thigh
I do the derring-do cause I’m a daring guy
Catching people’s eyes as I pass them by
Except on Laundry Thursdays
I’m a musketeer, I dominate our foes
Drink a beer and swear allegiance, that’s how it goes
Separate the light clothes and the dark clothes into piles
Otherwise our white shirts come out a greyish mauve
I’m a musketeer and I slap my thigh
I do the derring-do cause I’m a daring guy
Catching people’s eyes as I pass them by
Except on Laundry Thursdays
I’m a musketeer, I fight with real panache
Check laundry powder levels, and top up the stash
Iron and fold the laundry once it’s dried upon the rack
I fight for truth and justice, except on Thursdays
I’m a musketeer and I slap my thigh
I do the derring-do cause I’m a daring guy
Catching people’s eyes as I pass them by
Except on Laundry Thursdays
D’arcytagnan, do you wish to live the life we live
Do you have the strength of will, moral imperative
Can you test your fortitude, show grace while under fire?
Can you operate a combo washer/tumble dryer?
I am D’arcytagnan, and this my solemn vow
It’s a musketeer that you see before you now
For Ariel, for Ecover, for Persil, Bold and Surf
I shall musketeer as long as I’m upon this earth
I’m a musketeer and I slap my thigh...
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7. |
Retrain, Retrain
03:17
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It’s ever so glamorous, a life on the road
Avoiding speed cameras and hauling wide loads
Kings of the motorway, we hold them so dear
There’s now a better way to grow your career
Retrain, retrain
Think of the things you can do with your brain
The supply chain we wrecked it, so help us fix Brexit
And retrain as an HGV driver
One hand on a Ginsters, one hand on a wheel
Stinking of diesel, it’s rich with appeal
Towing tomatoes from Tyneside to Tewksbury
Wouldn't it be better if we bought locally?
Retrain, retrain
Think of the things you can do with your brain
We’re putting out feelers to steer 18-wheelers
So retrain as an HGV driver
HGV stands for Hawfully Great Variety
HGV stands for Hope I Get Your Vote
HGV stands for Horrifically Gigantic Vole
And HGV stands for panic not plans
and it’s creeping right into my soul
“This supply chain business is very stressful, isn’t it. I suppose there are other jobs I could think about... Like...”
Think of poor Fatima, she trained as a dancer
Ballet don’t pay the bills, but we have the answer
Defund the humanities, find the coder inside her
Why be an artist? You could be in cyber
Retrain, retrain
Think of the things you can do with your brain
Coding is more use than prancing in tutus
So retrain from ballet to cyber
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8. |
Abstain!
03:26
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There’s a part of a life that’s tricky to ignore
No matter how you battle, it’s knocking at your door
Its call is elemental, its grip is wicked strong
It’s both text and subtext of every Usher song
I’m talking sexy business - doing it with a spouse
Sweaty flailing limbs on every surface of the house
Yet Chasterley fights back ‘gainst what society’s become
Calling every Carpenter to do as he has done
Abstain, abstain, abstain, abstain
Never put your bits on anybody else again
Abstain, abstain, abstain, abstain
Abstention brings you closer to the Trapezoid
Monica and Chandler were better ‘fore they boned
Niles should have left Daphne helping Martin round his home
The scottish nun in Call The Midwife should have stayed a nun
They couldn’t keep it in their trousers, look what they’ve become
Abstain, abstain, abstain, abstain
I like big butts but I’ll leave yours alone, thanks all the same
Abstain, abstain, abstain, abstain
Abstention brings you closer to the Trapezoid
Abstain, abstain, abstain, abstain
No positions in a one night stand, no join me dancing naked in the rain
Abstain, abstain, abstain, abstain
Abstention brings you closer to the Trapezoid
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9. |
The Secret of the Lab
02:39
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I've got a taste for the macabre
I've got a longing for the weird
I know somewhere there's lunacy to spare
Where sanity's grown a beard
The pinnacle of human invention
The absolute in absolutely nuts
A crucible of all that's cool
No ifs and no buts
I want you to find it, I want you to find it
Oh it would fill me with glee
I want you to find my heart's desire
The secret of the laborat'ry
(The secret of the lab)
What's that pickled in a jam jar?
Oooh, what's that pinned onto the wall?
A squirrel with a man's leg, a kitten in a Scotch egg
A bulldog with no nostrils
Oh what wonderment and mischief
Oh what playful anarchy
An elephant with mumps, a camel with no humps
I long to see
I want you to find it, I want you to find it
Oh it would fill me with glee
I want you to find my heart's desire
The secret of the laborat'ry
(The secret of the lab)
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10. |
Somewhere
03:35
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I don't know what I'm looking for, in truth
A bit of colour to this scenery
I know the grass is greener on the other side
Someday I'll discover what I seek
Somewhere
Not like here
There's a place
Not like here
Where I
See that things are not like here
I know the grass is greener
Somewhere not like here
Where every little hummingbird
Wears suit and tie, where every little
Dragonfly has made a sandwich
Oh my
Where every mountaintop has got
A cherry perched upon its peak
Where dogs glow neon as they sleep
Oh my
Somewhere
Not like here
There's a place
Not like here
Think of here and then change everything
So the things are not like they are here
I know the grass is greener
Somewhere not like here
Where every river runs with little
Fishes playing sax in an
Amazing underwater jazz band
Oh my
Where every snapdragon has a
Trilby on, where every lamb
Conveys a sense of disapproval
Oh my
Where every pony has a mortgage
Except they call it horsegage
Which is a classic example of pony humour
Oh my
Where every alligator sings
Come On Eileen whilst drinking several
Cup-a-soups a day, I'll say
Oh my
Somewhere....
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11. |
The Toad's Prison Song
02:31
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In the prison there's a mean amphibian, Mean as he can be
They want him separate from the others, Confined in solitary
Solit’ry confinement has a nickname, They call it the Hole
Stopping that amphibian from going in solit’ry, That's become my primary goal
Don't put the Toad in the Hole - It's not his preferred environment
Don't put the Toad in the hole - It fails his basic room requirements
Put him in a swamp, Or on a damp old log
But don't put the Toad in the Hole
The Hole is small without a window, Lunch is mean and cruel
(You don’t) choose between pie or a / nice roast dinner, “You, Toad! Grits or gruel?”
What I wouldn't give for a picnic now, With cakes and squash and all
Or sausages baked in batter, What’s the name of that? I can’t recall
Don't put the Toad in the Hole - Turns out he’s got claustrophobia
Don't put the Toad in the hole - It does not need to be toadier
Put him in a boat, On a lovely summer’s day
But don't put the Toad in the Hole
I bet there’s rich stoats eating in a fancy Toad mansion
They’re probably drinking squash and have their feet up on a cushion
But if they get away with this, that’s amphibian injustice
Don’t put the toad in the hole
Don't put the Toad in the Hole - Calling on you sympathisers
Don't put the Toad in the hole - Only two stars on TripAdvisor
Put him in a velvet smoking jacket with the Queen
But don't put the Toad in the Hole
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Gentle friends, you must worry not,
Though we might seem in a tight spot
“Aladdin in this climate? Surely not!
It isn’t appropriate!”
(But don’t) gasp your angriest gasp,
Madam, leave those pearls unclasped
For we’ve something kindly to ask:
Look a little closer
We’re not wearing shemagh and agal
We’re only just out of the bath
These are not piles of delicious spice
We spilt our poster paints out on the path
These chickens in crates are not being sold
They’re from a coop in a garden in Ellerton Road
Though it’s bizarre, it’s not a bazaar
It’s only Tolorth Broadway
Do not worry, please settle down -
Tolorth Abu Darcy is a made-up town
So don’t give our dressing up a dressing down - We’re on a technicality
It’s awkward, I’d have to agree,
But imagine a land of genies
Accessible from the A3,
Just off a magic roundabout
The stalls don’t sell those curly shoes
It’s a pound for a punnet of plums
That’s not an exotic belly dancer
That man has a t-shirt too small for his tum
That’s not a snake in a hypnotic trance
It’s a sausage dog posing for her Instagrams
Though it’s bizarre, it’s not a bazaar
It’s only Tolorth Broadway
That man didn’t climb up a magical rope
It’s a living statue up a pole
That’s not a mystic, dazed and confused
It’s a mum from a party at the Charrington Bowl
The Tolorth Delight is as sweet as it gets
The camel escaped from the Aquapets
Though it’s bizarre, it’s not a bazaar
It’s only Tolorth Broadway
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13. |
Nothing Happened in 1959
03:57
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Nothing happened in ‘59, and nothing’s gonna happen in 1960
Everyone sat on a hot sandy beach and ignored our nuclear age
Come jump the waves that crash on the shore
We’re never gonna die in a nuclear war
You look really cute in your bathing suit
And I’m hotter than a mushroom cloud - oh oh oh
Nothing happened when we were nineteen, and nothing’s gonna happen now that we are twenty
Everyone kissed underneath the stars, knowing we could die any day
Come dance with me to Dave “Baby” Cortez
Let’s ignore everything the President says
You’d be such a hunk in the nuclear bunker
(Let’s) start the human race again - oh oh oh
Nothing happened when we were in school, and nothing’s gonna happen now that we’ve left school
Janie got a job and Leon got a job and Dick went to Vietnam
Lay out the blanket on the perfect sand
This is what the Bible calls the promised land
You look such a dish that I almost wish
We could duck and cover every day - oh oh oh
Nothing’s gonna happen, nothing’s gonna happen
Nothing’s gonna happen, nothing’s gonna happen
Nothing’s gonna happen, nothing’s gonna happen
Nothing’s gonna happen, no
Nothing happened in ‘59, and nothing’s gonna happen in 1960
Everything’ll stay just exactly the same like a taxidermy fish in a frame
I can do the twist and the box-step, baby
Let’s ignore the dread that consumes us daily
I feel mighty fine with your little hand in mine
Living here directly in harm’s way - oh oh oh
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14. |
One Step To Heaven
02:50
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“Judy, well, Judy, she liked to surf”
That’s what it’ll say on my tombstone one day
“Judy, well, Judy didn’t like much else”
I’m nineteen and I’m going through a misanthropic phase
“Judy, did you hear it on the radio
They said there’s three steps to heaven”
Frankly, I think they overestimate
I can reduce that number by two
There’s only one
One step to heaven
One - just a single step
When the wave holds you in its hand
When you take a single step, when you make your stand
When you’re finally free
That’s one step to heaven for me
(But what about boys? What about cars?)
I don’t even recognise what they are
(What about pearls and diamond rings?)
You can keep all of those trivial things
I need the sun and the sand and the ocean wide
I need girl and surfboard unified
I’ve got a fascinating brain I wanna peek inside
And I want to be left alone
There’s only one
One step to heaven
One - just a single step
When you rise up to your feet, ocean rushing by
When you dance upon the point between sea and sky
When you’re finally free
That’s one step to heaven for me
(But what about school, and your education?)
I don’t need any more information
(What about your life? You’re washing your youth!)
Listen carefully, and I’ll tell you the truth
All I know is now, so now is all I need
If my future’s bleak, at least my youth was free
Besides, I know the future isn’t guaranteed
So I want to be left alone
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15. |
I Am Allergic To The Sun
03:34
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I am allergic to the sun
And this air’s not polluted like I like
I am agnostic about the sea
And these wide open spaces terrify me
Take me back to the city
It’s horrible there, and I love it so
This whole rigmarole
Doesn’t like me at all
And the feeling is mutual
I am opposed to being young
Having fun is not on my itinerary
I’ve got a grudge with that seagull
He looks at me with such superiority
Take me where the roads are concrete
Where cigarette ash dusts the city streets
This whole environ
Seems totally wrong
I’ve already stayed far too long
I am allergic to the sun
And the sky - there’s just too much of it
I changed my mind about the sea
The mere idea now depresses me
Take me where I don’t stand out
Where there’s thousands of anxious nerds like me
This whole trip
I wish I’d skipped
And I need to get a grip
But I am allergic to the sun
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16. |
Hot Dam
03:24
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This is the home that we made
We gathered every log and every leaf
Every branch and twig
Whether small or big
I'm still pulling bits out my teeth
So gather round the table for some tea
And we'll enjoy each other's company
There's no need to go
Out into the snow
When it's five below
There's a place we know
Hot damn! It's good to have a hot dam
Good lord! Especially one that you've gnawed
A cosy place
Within a wintry land
It's good to have a good hot dam
Ladle out the soup and cut the bread
Take the woolly hat off of your head
Haroo Hooray
You've come to stay
I will go extend the sofabed
Surround yourself with laughter and with cheer
Pour yourself another ginger beer
You want fish? We've got some
Strawberry tarts!
And iced buns!
A glass of wine!
You're too young
We're glad you could come
Hot damn! It's good to have a hot dam
Good lord! Especially one that you've gnawed
A cosy place
Within a wintry land
It's good to have a good hot dam
Though this land is in a mess
While we have friends there's still hope left
It'll be better some day
It's good to know you're not alone
There's somewhere that is home from home
If you ever pass this way
Hot damn! It's good to have a hot dam
Good lord! Especially one that you've gnawed
A cosy place
Within a wintry land
It's good to have a good
Hot dam! It's good to have a hot dam
Good lord! Especially one that you've gnawed
A cosy place
Within a wintry land
It's good to have a good hot dam
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We live a life of reflection and prayer
Filling our lungs with fresh mountain air
It’s not half as bad as it sounds
Yes, we live to a timetable
That’s famously inflexible
But it’s not half as bad as it sounds
But like a sore thumb, one nun sticks out
Though she is equally devout
Does her own thing and doesn’t seem to care
She’s late again, it’s just not right
Mother Superior should say “On your bike!”
How do you solve a problem like
The nun in the naughty chair?
Walking in daydreams for hours and hours
The vegetable patch, she planted flowers
We can’t eat begonias, we need carrots
She just doesn’t think, she’s got no brain
Hangs clothes out to dry in the pouring rain
You should hear the words she taught the convent parrot
We spotted symptoms of ADHD
If she got diagnosed, well then what would that mean?
We’ve no idea where to go from there
That she could improve, I greatly doubt
Mother Superior should kick her out
Life would be easier without
The nun in the naughty chair
I’ve had a hunch it would come to this
Since her hair was in bunches and she spoke in a lisp
I feel like my hands are tied
Over life’s obstacles, I gave her help
We climbed every mountain she made for herself
I wish I knew how to make it right
There’s a solution better, I’m sure
Than simply showing her the door
But God help me, can’t find it anywhere
So much for being wise or whatever
Mother Superior’s at the end of her tether
But up his sleeve God has got something clever
For the nun in the naughty chair
She’s late again, it’s just not right
Mother Superior should say “On your bike!”
How do you solve a problem like
The nun in the naughty chair?
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18. |
We Mean All
03:05
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If you want to make the world a better place
Take a look around
Find a way to lend a hand
What’s lost can be found
All for one means all of us
So we make this vow:
Not one person crying in the cold
Not one person without a hand to hold
Home and warmth and peace for everyone
We mean all when we say ‘all for one’
We can bring the tired and hungry people in
From the frozen shores
Not on planes to other lands
Safe from pain and war
Yes in my back yard, in fact
Why not come indoors?
Not one person crying in the cold
Not one person without a hand to hold
Home and warmth and peace for everyone
We mean all when we say ‘all for one’
There are people saying “all for me”
We say all for one
There are people saying “not for you”
We say all for one
There are people saying
Voting can be fun!
Not one person crying in the cold
Not one person without a hand to hold
Home and warmth and peace for everyone
We mean all when we say ‘all for one’
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Look who’s come to see us
Some of these faces are new
Some of these faces aren’t the faces I’ve seen
While I’ve been tucked up in my room
Look at your lovely outfits
Ladies, you are looking fit
Gentlemen, you’re looking fit as well
You’ve clearly taken some time over it
I thought I was fine, but it’s taken me by surprise
Something I now realise
We’re people who need people
And we need you people near
It’s been a very long time without you
And we’re so glad that you’re here
There are so many things I want to tell you
Stories and jokes to hear
This is a song to say that it’s been too long
And we’re so glad that you’re here
This is a song to say that it’s been too long
And we’re so glad that you’re here
Look who’s come to join us
A new small person in town
Mamas and mamas and papas and papas
Overwhelmed, and so tired, but so proud
We know that it takes a village
Well, this is the village you’ve got
Uncles and aunts to love you when you are good
And love you double when you are not
Thought we had all we need, but we needed one more
Someone we’d been waiting for
We’re people who need people
And we need you people near
It’s been a very long time without you
And we’re so glad that you’re here
There are so many things I want to tell you
Stories and jokes to hear
This is a song to say that it’s been too long
And we’re so glad that you’re here
This is a song to say that it’s been too long
And we’re so glad that you’re here
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20. |
The Major's Daughter
02:58
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She was lithe and willowy
Her lips were soft and pillowy
Her nose in hue was reddish
A couple of burst capillaries
She asked me if I travelled
My defences all unravelled
Son of a cow, wow oh wow
Guess where I am now
I'm on holiday with the Major's daughter
What will the Major say
When he finds out that I'm out and about
With his daughter on holiday
In my life I've had my finger in many pies
None as embarrassing as this
I'm on holiday with the Major's daughter
In major bliss
I'm but a shy lieutenant so
When he says "squat" I say "how low?"
I pictured my dismissal
As we pumped upon the pedalo
Explain it truthfully
That she invited me
But the facts don't lie, I'm near Dubai
With the apple of his eye
I'm on holiday with the Major's daughter
What will the Major say
When he finds out that I'm out and about
With his daughter on holiday
In my life I've had my finger in many pies
None as embarrassing as this
I'm on holiday with the Major's daughter
In major bliss
(And the Major's daughter says)
A Major's daughter ought to be
Brave, exuberant and free
I put this theory forward
He applied the suncream liberally
Lieutenants obey Pa
And I'm his shining star
Where's the guilt if he's smartly built
In a regimental kilt
You're on holiday with the Major's daughter
Who cares what the Major says
When he finds out, if he will, which I doubt
That you're with me on holiday
In my life I've been with privates
Dragoons and colonels too
I'll graduate to generals by next year
You're on holiday with the Major's daughter
It's nice round here
(And the Major says:)
I'm the Major, obviously
My stern moustache is military
I practice zero tolerance
I suffer fools ungladly
I wonder who she took
For I would throw the book
At underlings whose fumblings
Preceded wedding rings
So who's on holiday with the Major's daughter
That's what the Major hums
It aggravates him to the state
Where he speaks in the third person
Teenagers will frolic, he's aware of this
He wasn't born yesterday
Still he wonders who's got his daughter
On holiday
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War – what is it good for?
And combat is no good
Don’t eat wrath’s grapes
Stay out of scrapes
Do what you know you should
Spread peace not pugilism
Hum tunes, don’t spread dischord
If you don’t punch
I have a hunch
You’ll reap a large reward
Cause fighting gets you nowhere
It’s finally been said
Yes, fighting gets you nowhere
So be friendly instead
Don’t let anger be the boss of you
He pays a poor income
Act violently
And you’ll soon see
How petty life becomes
So fill trenches with geraniums
Put down your boxing gloves
Let’s all rush in
To discussion
Harmony and love
Cause fighting gets you nowhere
It’s finally been said
Yes, fighting gets you nowhere
So be friendly instead
But sometimes fighting is okay
When you fight metaphorically
So fight the good fight
Without fighting
That’s as clear as it can be
Cause fighting gets you nowhere
It’s finally been said
Yes, fighting gets you nowhere
So be friendly instead
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Tom Wateracre Greater London, UK
Over-wordy comedy songs by former member of Pegabovine.
"Top-quality musical material" - The Scotsman
"Lunchtime froth" - Chortle
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