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BABY Every time I'm feeling lonely, every time I'm feeling blue, Here’s a little song you’ll hear me softly singing, it’s all about you. You are always on my mind dear, no matter where I’m apt to stray, There’s not another girl in all this great big world, that’s why I want to say. Baby, baby, your my sweetheart Baby, baby, say we'll never part Although the skies be dreary and grey, Promise me that you’ll never stray away My baby, baby, you’re my sweetheart. I love you, all day through, nobody else in this great big world for me, Will do, I said will do, and when, and when I’m feeling lonely, and when I’m feeling blue, nobody else in this great big world for me will do, do, do. Although the skies be dreary and gray, Promise me that you’ll never stray away My baby, baby, you’re my sweetheart. BANJO BOY Play a song, play a song little Banjo Boy, Banjo Boy, Banjo Boy. Sing along, Sing along little Banjo Boy Sing your carefree melody. Every plink plink sends a happy feeling through my heart Who can think things of a worry when you’re plink plink starts. Bright and clear, let me hear your sweet song of joy, Play for me my Banjo Boy. Every plink plink sends a happy feeling through my heart Who could think things of a worry when you’re plink plink starts. Play a song, play a song little Banjo Boy, Banjo Boy, Banjo Boy. Sing along, Sing along little Banjo Boy Play your carefree melody. Every plink plink sends a happy feeling through my heart Who can think things of a worry when you’re plink plink starts. Bright and clear, let me hear your sweet song of joy, Play for me my Banjo Boy. Play for me my Banjo Boy. Back To Top Of Page BELIEVE IT OR NOT In an old country mansion last Christmas I stayed. A queer looking place, no doubt. With one lovely girl I had heaps of fun. I said to myself something’s got to be done. I whispered, "My dear, don’t give way to fright. But in the room you sleep a ghost appears every night." Believe it or not. Believe it or not. But say I’m telling you. No silly ghost said she could ever frighten me. It’s all Tommyrot I’m sure I could not. Believe it any-how. That night at twelve o' clock just as the light she turned out. Who’s that in my room? She cried. And started to shout. I whispered shut up. I’m the ghost I told you about. Perhaps you believe it now. Round a loony asylum one day I look round. One patient was fairly potts. She clung round my neck and whispered to me. The world’s greatest sweetheart I happen to be. I’m queen of passion. Ye gods up above. I’ll prove the meaning of the re-incarnation of love. Believe it or not. Believe or not. I know they say I’m daft. She then called me her sheik and bit me on the cheek. I said that'll do. I don’t believe you are really mad somehow. She locked me in her padded cell and messed me about. She hugged and kissed and squeezed me. I enjoyed it no doubt. She then kissed me and said oh boy as I staggered out. Perhaps you’ll believe it now. Back To Top Of Page BELL BOTTOM GEORGE Now I can guess that some of you are wondering at my navy blues Or how I came to be – oh a sailor on the sea. You may think that I’m too daft to know what’s forward and which is aft, But when I’ve sung my song – Oh, you’ll all agree you’re wrong. A happy-go-lucky A.B. on the land or the sea I know a few nautical games and my name’s Bell Bottom George A girl in each port may be true of the boys dressed in blue, A sailor I know has got three and it’s me, Bell Bottom George It’s the same to me as we sail to Tripoli or we go back home to Dover I can go ashore and have one or two more till I’m feeling half-seas-over. Adventures I’ve had by the score, what a life, what a war. If ever you get in a scrap I’m your chap, Bell Bottom George When others are up to their necks pulling ropes, scrubbing decks, Who slips on the soap and goes – whiz – down on his Bell Bottom George. The Admiral’s not a bad guy, we get on, he and I, He speaks when we meet on the stair, "Gangway there Bell Bottom George." And the chief is grand so I always lend a hand With a grin and a smart "Aye, Aye Sir", And it’s fun by ‘gum’ when I’ve had a tot of rum, I’m the champion main brace splicer. I’ve sailed the Dead Sea and the Med, and the Black and the Red, There’s only the suck it and see left for me Bell Bottom George. Back To Top Of Page BICEPS, MUSCLE AND BRAWN Why am I forgotten, by the girl I love, because my clothes hang on me like a sack. I know I’m not athletic and look a bit pathetic, and wear most of my chest upon my back. The nation’s got an A1 plan, and I might turn into a man, If I’d Biceps, Muscle and Brawn. I’d grow spinach on my chest, where the birds could build a nest If I’d Biceps, Muscle and Brawn. In competitions, exhibitions, Catch as Catch Catch, I would win some lovely cups and saucers to match. The girls would all love my physique, I’d let them see it twice a week, If I’d Biceps, Muscle and Brawn. My ribs at knock knock, wouldn’t play or rattle on a windy day, If I’d Biceps, Muscle and Brawn. Hercules was far from slim, but I could show them more than him If I’d Biceps, Muscle and Brawn. In competitions, exhibitions, Catch as Catch Catch, I would win some lovely cups and sauces to match. The ladies "white hope" I would be, they’d hope to see much more of me If I’d Biceps, Muscle and Brawn. I’d look swell when out of doors, in my fifty bob plus fours, If I’d Biceps, Muscle and Brawn. My photo in the press you’d see, to show what "bile beans" did for me If I’d Biceps, Muscle and Brawn. In competitions, exhibitions, Catch as Catch Catch, I would win some lovely cups and sauces to match. I’d have strength to carry on and something good to sit upon, If I’d Biceps, Muscle and Brawn. Back To Top Of Page BLACKPOOL PROM I’ve just been on my holidays, to Blackpool by the sea, Although I’m feeling mighty fit my feet are troubling me. I’ve queued for hours and hours but I must say it was grand, To get as near as half a mile to several miles of sand. On Blackpool prom on Saturday I had a lovely time, I queued for breakfast, I queued for lunch, I queued for bananas in a bunch I queued for a glass of bitter, the old woman was watching the pram I queued for the Beryl's gin and lime, it really was a pantomime Before I got served they shouted "Time", so I queued for a queue in a tram. On Blackpool prom on Saturday, oh what a lovely day, I queued for oysters, I queued for rock I queued for a view of the Town Hall clock. I queued for the fun of queuing and I murmured "what a do" A game of snooker would be great, I queued to put my name on a slate Then after sixty minutes wait, I queued in a queue for a cue. On Blackpool prom on Saturday, the women looked simply grand, I queued for the dark ‘uns, I queued for the fair, I queued for a chance to have my share, Oh boy was I up and doing, and I murmured "I love you", Her figure it was like a dream, quite big at the front and broad at the beam, But it was the Missus that I’d seen, so I flew from the queue, wouldn’t you? Back To Top Of Page BLESS 'EM ALL They say there's a troopship just leaving Bombay, bound for old Blighty shore Heavily laden with time expired men, bound for the land they adore. There's many an airman just finishing his time, there's many a twerp signing on. You'll get no promotion this side of the ocean, so cheer up my lads, Bless 'em All. Bless em All, Bless em All, the long and the short and the tall Bless all the sergeants and W. O. ones, Bless all the corp’rals and their blinkin sons, 'Cos we’re saying goodbye to them all, as back to their billets they crawl You'll get no promotion this side of the ocean, so cheer up my lads, Bless 'em All They say if you work hard you'll get better pay We've heard all that before Clean up your buttons and polish your boots Scrub out the barrack room floor There's many a rookie has taken it in, hook line and sinker an 'all You'll get no promotion this side of the ocean So cheer up my lads bless 'em all. Bless 'em All, Bless 'em All, the long and the short and the tall, Bless all the sergeants and W. O. ones, Bless all the corp’rals and their blinkin sons, 'Cos we’re saying goodbye to them all, as back to their billets they crawl You'll get no promotion this side of the ocean, so cheer up my lads, Bless'em All Now they say that the Sergeant's a very nice chap, oh what a tale to tell. Ask him for leave on a Saturday night and he'll pay your fare home as well. There's many an airman has blighted his life through writing rude words on the wall You'll get no promotion this side of the ocean So cheer up my lads bless 'em all Bless 'em All, Bless 'em All, the long and the short and the tall, Bless all the sergeants and W. O. ones, Bless all the corp’rals and their blinkin sons, 'Cos we’re saying goodbye to them all, as back to their billets they crawl You'll get no promotion this side of the ocean, so cheer up my lads, Bless'em All Nobody knows what a twerp you have been, so cheer up my lads Back To Top Of Page BRITISH ISLES MEDLEY Men of Harlech are ye waking, Saxon posts your hills are shaking Proudly now your swords be taking Gather in your might D’ye ken John Peel with his coat so gay, D’ye ken John Peel at the break of day D’ye ken John Peel when he’s far, far away With his hounds and his horn in the morning Come cheer up my lads ‘tis to glory we steer, To add something new to this wonderful year To honour we call you not press you like slaves, For who are so free as the sons of the waves Hearts of oak are our ships, jolly tars are our men We always are ready, steady boys, steady We’ll fight and we will conquer again and again. I were a’courting Mary Jane, on Ilk-ley moor baht’at I were a’courting Mary, I were a’courting Mary, I were a’courting Mary Jane On Ilk-ley moor baht’at, On Ilk-ley moor baht’at, On Ilk-ley moor baht’at, By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie brae, Where the sun shines bright on Loch Lomond Where me and my true love will never meet again, On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond Come landlord fill the flowing bowl until it doth run over, Come landlord fill the flowing bowl until it doth run over, For tonight we’ll merry, merry be, For tonight we’ll merry, merry be For tonight we’ll merry be. Tomorrow we’ll be sober. Should auld acquaintance be forgot and never brought to mind, Should auld acquaintance be forgot? And the days of auld lang syne, For auld lang syne my dear, for auld lang syne We’ll take a cup of kindness yet for the sake of auld lang syne Back To Top Of Page BUNKUM'S TRAVELLING SHOW There’s a big show down in the town, circus and zoo combined. Horses there with two legs in front and some with three legs behind. When Lady Godiva rode round she was mobbed She showed us too much ‘cause her hair had been bobbed At Bunkum’s Travelling Show you ought to go some time Such wonderful freaks Mr. Bunkum has got His wife I declare is the worst of the lot. Walk up, hurry along, walk up with your dough. The bearded lady wanders about, To see her beard you’d say without doubt. She’d swallowed a horse and left the tail hanging out Down at Bunkum’s Travelling Show. At Bunkum’s Travelling Show you ought to go some time To see the snake charmer I paid one and four She commenced charming me, That cost half a quid more Walk up, Hurry along, Walk up with your dough The tattooed lady shows to her friends A tattooed rainbow downwards it bends I’ve seen where it starts, I’m going to see where it ends Down at Bunkum’s Travelling Show. At Bunkum’s Travelling Show you ought to go down there A girl in a trance so peacefully sleeps She was hit with a brick and she’s in it for keeps Walk up, Hurry along, Walk up with your dough The giantess, A woman of might Married Tom Thumb and she hooked him all right And he hasn’t been seen since his honeymoon night Down at Bunkum’s Travelling Show. Back To Top Of Page BUNTY'S SUCH A BIG GIRL NOW Everybody calls her Baby Bunty Before she got so big and fat and tall. Now she has to squeeze upon her hands and knees When she tries to get inside the Albert Hall. ‘Cause Bunty’s such a big girl now, She used to be so small and thin, Bunty’s such a big girl now, She goes out where she should come in She used to play with caterpillars just for a prank For pulling them to pieces she’s had many a spank But now she pulls the caterpillars clean off a tank ‘Cause Bunty’s such a big girl now. Bunty’s such a big girl now – yes, sir! It isn’t that you’d call streamlined Bunty’s such a big girl now, her future’s sticking out behind. Her stockings always used to wrinkle under her knees Now her mother’s altered that and bought if you please A pair of strong suspenders fixed with padlock and keys ‘Cause Bunty’s such a big girl now. Bunty’s such a big girl now, a boat was tattooed on her hip Bunty’s such a big girl now, it’s turned into a battleship Acting in a West End lay though still under age, She’s got a very large part, it’s becoming the rage, The part is such a large part that you can’t see the stage, ‘Cause Bunty’s such a big girl now. Bunty’s such a big girl now – yes sir! In shoes she has to take size tens, Bunty’s such a big girl now, her hands are bigger than Big Bens She has to wear a what do y’ call it tied round her chest, She hung ii on a clothes line and a tramp said, "I’m blessed That’s a lovely hammock, I’ll climb in for a rest" ‘Cause Bunty’s such a big girl now. Back To Top Of Page BLACKPOOL ROCK (WITH MY LITTLE STICK OF) Every year when summer comes round, off to the sea I go. I don't care if I do spend a pound, I'm rather rash I know. See me dressed like all the sports, in my blazer and a pair of shorts. With my little stick of Blackpool Rock, along the promenade I stroll. It may be sticky but I never complain, it's nice to have a nibble at it now and again Every day wherever I stray the kids all round me flock. One afternoon the band conductor up on his stand Somehow lost his baton - it flew out of his hand So I jumped in his place and then conducted the band With my little stick of Blackpool Rock With my little stick of Blackpool Rock, Along the promenade I stroll, In my pocket it got stuck I could tell ‘Cos when I pulled it out I pulled my shirt off as well Every day wherever I stray the kids all round me flock. A girl while bathing clung to me, my wits had to use She cried, "I'm drowning, and to save me, you won't refuse" I said, "Well if you’re drowning then I don't want to lose My little stick of Blackpool Rock." With my little stick of Blackpool Rock, Along the promenade I stroll In the ballroom I went dancing each night No wonder every girl that danced with me, stuck to me tight Every day wherever I stray the kids all round me flock. A fellow took my photograph it cost one and three. I said when it was done, "Is that supposed to be me?" "You've properly mucked it up the only thing I can see is My little stick of Blackpool Rock." Back To Top Of Page
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BABY Every time I'm feeling lonely, every time I'm feeling blue, Here’s a little song you’ll hear me softly singing, it’s all about you. You are always on my mind dear, no matter where I’m apt to stray, There’s not another girl in all this great big world, that’s why I want to say. Baby, baby, your my sweetheart Baby, baby, say we'll never part Although the skies be dreary and grey, Promise me that you’ll never stray away My baby, baby, you’re my sweetheart. I love you, all day through, nobody else in this great big world for me, Will do, I said will do, and when, and when I’m feeling lonely, and when I’m feeling blue, nobody else in this great big world for me will do, do, do. Although the skies be dreary and gray, Promise me that you’ll never stray away My baby, baby, you’re my sweetheart. BANJO BOY Play a song, play a song little Banjo Boy, Banjo Boy, Banjo Boy. Sing along, Sing along little Banjo Boy Sing your carefree melody. Every plink plink sends a happy feeling through my heart Who can think things of a worry when you’re plink plink starts. Bright and clear, let me hear your sweet song of joy, Play for me my Banjo Boy. Every plink plink sends a happy feeling through my heart Who could think things of a worry when you’re plink plink starts. Play a song, play a song little Banjo Boy, Banjo Boy, Banjo Boy. Sing along, Sing along little Banjo Boy Play your carefree melody. Every plink plink sends a happy feeling through my heart Who can think things of a worry when you’re plink plink starts. Bright and clear, let me hear your sweet song of joy, Play for me my Banjo Boy. Play for me my Banjo Boy. Back To Top Of Page BELIEVE IT OR NOT In an old country mansion last Christmas I stayed. A queer looking place, no doubt. With one lovely girl I had heaps of fun. I said to myself something’s got to be done. I whispered, "My dear, don’t give way to fright. But in the room you sleep a ghost appears every night." Believe it or not. Believe it or not. But say I’m telling you. No silly ghost said she could ever frighten me. It’s all Tommyrot I’m sure I could not. Believe it any-how. That night at twelve o' clock just as the light she turned out. Who’s that in my room? She cried. And started to shout. I whispered shut up. I’m the ghost I told you about. Perhaps you believe it now. Round a loony asylum one day I look round. One patient was fairly potts. She clung round my neck and whispered to me. The world’s greatest sweetheart I happen to be. I’m queen of passion. Ye gods up above. I’ll prove the meaning of the re-incarnation of love. Believe it or not. Believe or not. I know they say I’m daft. She then called me her sheik and bit me on the cheek. I said that'll do. I don’t believe you are really mad somehow. She locked me in her padded cell and messed me about. She hugged and kissed and squeezed me. I enjoyed it no doubt. She then kissed me and said oh boy as I staggered out. Perhaps you’ll believe it now. Back To Top Of Page BELL BOTTOM GEORGE Now I can guess that some of you are wondering at my navy blues Or how I came to be – oh a sailor on the sea. You may think that I’m too daft to know what’s forward and which is aft, But when I’ve sung my song – Oh, you’ll all agree you’re wrong. A happy-go-lucky A.B. on the land or the sea I know a few nautical games and my name’s Bell Bottom George A girl in each port may be true of the boys dressed in blue, A sailor I know has got three and it’s me, Bell Bottom George It’s the same to me as we sail to Tripoli or we go back home to Dover I can go ashore and have one or two more till I’m feeling half-seas- over. Adventures I’ve had by the score, what a life, what a war. If ever you get in a scrap I’m your chap, Bell Bottom George When others are up to their necks pulling ropes, scrubbing decks, Who slips on the soap and goes – whiz – down on his Bell Bottom George. The Admiral’s not a bad guy, we get on, he and I, He speaks when we meet on the stair, "Gangway there Bell Bottom George." And the chief is grand so I always lend a hand With a grin and a smart "Aye, Aye Sir", And it’s fun by ‘gum’ when I’ve had a tot of rum, I’m the champion main brace splicer. I’ve sailed the Dead Sea and the Med, and the Black and the Red, There’s only the suck it and see left for me Bell Bottom George. Back To Top Of Page BICEPS, MUSCLE AND BRAWN Why am I forgotten, by the girl I love, because my clothes hang on me like a sack. I know I’m not athletic and look a bit pathetic, and wear most of my chest upon my back. The nation’s got an A1 plan, and I might turn into a man, If I’d Biceps, Muscle and Brawn. I’d grow spinach on my chest, where the birds could build a nest If I’d Biceps, Muscle and Brawn. In competitions, exhibitions, Catch as Catch Catch, I would win some lovely cups and saucers to match. The girls would all love my physique, I’d let them see it twice a week, If I’d Biceps, Muscle and Brawn. My ribs at knock knock, wouldn’t play or rattle on a windy day, If I’d Biceps, Muscle and Brawn. Hercules was far from slim, but I could show them more than him If I’d Biceps, Muscle and Brawn. In competitions, exhibitions, Catch as Catch Catch, I would win some lovely cups and sauces to match. The ladies "white hope" I would be, they’d hope to see much more of me If I’d Biceps, Muscle and Brawn. I’d look swell when out of doors, in my fifty bob plus fours, If I’d Biceps, Muscle and Brawn. My photo in the press you’d see, to show what "bile beans" did for me If I’d Biceps, Muscle and Brawn. In competitions, exhibitions, Catch as Catch Catch, I would win some lovely cups and sauces to match. I’d have strength to carry on and something good to sit upon, If I’d Biceps, Muscle and Brawn. Back To Top Of Page BLACKPOOL PROM I’ve just been on my holidays, to Blackpool by the sea, Although I’m feeling mighty fit my feet are troubling me. I’ve queued for hours and hours but I must say it was grand, To get as near as half a mile to several miles of sand. On Blackpool prom on Saturday I had a lovely time, I queued for breakfast, I queued for lunch, I queued for bananas in a bunch I queued for a glass of bitter, the old woman was watching the pram I queued for the Beryl's gin and lime, it really was a pantomime Before I got served they shouted "Time", so I queued for a queue in a tram. On Blackpool prom on Saturday, oh what a lovely day, I queued for oysters, I queued for rock I queued for a view of the Town Hall clock. I queued for the fun of queuing and I murmured "what a do" A game of snooker would be great, I queued to put my name on a slate Then after sixty minutes wait, I queued in a queue for a cue. On Blackpool prom on Saturday, the women looked simply grand, I queued for the dark ‘uns, I queued for the fair, I queued for a chance to have my share, Oh boy was I up and doing, and I murmured "I love you", Her figure it was like a dream, quite big at the front and broad at the beam, But it was the Missus that I’d seen, so I flew from the queue, wouldn’t you? Back To Top Of Page BLESS 'EM ALL They say there's a troopship just leaving Bombay, bound for old Blighty shore Heavily laden with time expired men, bound for the land they adore. There's many an airman just finishing his time, there's many a twerp signing on. You'll get no promotion this side of the ocean, so cheer up my lads, Bless 'em All. Bless em All, Bless em All, the long and the short and the tall Bless all the sergeants and W. O. ones, Bless all the corp’rals and their blinkin sons, 'Cos we’re saying goodbye to them all, as back to their billets they crawl You'll get no promotion this side of the ocean, so cheer up my lads, Bless 'em All They say if you work hard you'll get better pay We've heard all that before Clean up your buttons and polish your boots Scrub out the barrack room floor There's many a rookie has taken it in, hook line and sinker an 'all You'll get no promotion this side of the ocean So cheer up my lads bless 'em all. Bless 'em All, Bless 'em All, the long and the short and the tall, Bless all the sergeants and W. O. ones, Bless all the corp’rals and their blinkin sons, 'Cos we’re saying goodbye to them all, as back to their billets they crawl You'll get no promotion this side of the ocean, so cheer up my lads, Bless'em All Now they say that the Sergeant's a very nice chap, oh what a tale to tell. Ask him for leave on a Saturday night and he'll pay your fare home as well. There's many an airman has blighted his life through writing rude words on the wall You'll get no promotion this side of the ocean So cheer up my lads bless 'em all Bless 'em All, Bless 'em All, the long and the short and the tall, Bless all the sergeants and W. O. ones, Bless all the corp’rals and their blinkin sons, 'Cos we’re saying goodbye to them all, as back to their billets they crawl You'll get no promotion this side of the ocean, so cheer up my lads, Bless'em All Nobody knows what a twerp you have been, so cheer up my lads Back To Top Of Page BRITISH ISLES MEDLEY Men of Harlech are ye waking, Saxon posts your hills are shaking Proudly now your swords be taking Gather in your might D’ye ken John Peel with his coat so gay, D’ye ken John Peel at the break of day D’ye ken John Peel when he’s far, far away With his hounds and his horn in the morning Come cheer up my lads ‘tis to glory we steer, To add something new to this wonderful year To honour we call you not press you like slaves, For who are so free as the sons of the waves Hearts of oak are our ships, jolly tars are our men We always are ready, steady boys, steady We’ll fight and we will conquer again and again. I were a’courting Mary Jane, on Ilk-ley moor baht’at I were a’courting Mary, I were a’courting Mary, I were a’courting Mary Jane On Ilk-ley moor baht’at, On Ilk-ley moor baht’at, On Ilk-ley moor baht’at, By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie brae, Where the sun shines bright on Loch Lomond Where me and my true love will never meet again, On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond Come landlord fill the flowing bowl until it doth run over, Come landlord fill the flowing bowl until it doth run over, For tonight we’ll merry, merry be, For tonight we’ll merry, merry be For tonight we’ll merry be. Tomorrow we’ll be sober. Should auld acquaintance be forgot and never brought to mind, Should auld acquaintance be forgot? And the days of auld lang syne, For auld lang syne my dear, for auld lang syne We’ll take a cup of kindness yet for the sake of auld lang syne Back To Top Of Page BUNKUM'S TRAVELLING SHOW There’s a big show down in the town, circus and zoo combined. Horses there with two legs in front and some with three legs behind. When Lady Godiva rode round she was mobbed She showed us too much ‘cause her hair had been bobbed At Bunkum’s Travelling Show you ought to go some time Such wonderful freaks Mr. Bunkum has got His wife I declare is the worst of the lot. Walk up, hurry along, walk up with your dough. The bearded lady wanders about, To see her beard you’d say without doubt. She’d swallowed a horse and left the tail hanging out Down at Bunkum’s Travelling Show. At Bunkum’s Travelling Show you ought to go some time To see the snake charmer I paid one and four She commenced charming me, That cost half a quid more Walk up, Hurry along, Walk up with your dough The tattooed lady shows to her friends A tattooed rainbow downwards it bends I’ve seen where it starts, I’m going to see where it ends Down at Bunkum’s Travelling Show. At Bunkum’s Travelling Show you ought to go down there A girl in a trance so peacefully sleeps She was hit with a brick and she’s in it for keeps Walk up, Hurry along, Walk up with your dough The giantess, A woman of might Married Tom Thumb and she hooked him all right And he hasn’t been seen since his honeymoon night Down at Bunkum’s Travelling Show. Back To Top Of Page BUNTY'S SUCH A BIG GIRL NOW Everybody calls her Baby Bunty Before she got so big and fat and tall. Now she has to squeeze upon her hands and knees When she tries to get inside the Albert Hall. ‘Cause Bunty’s such a big girl now, She used to be so small and thin, Bunty’s such a big girl now, She goes out where she should come in She used to play with caterpillars just for a prank For pulling them to pieces she’s had many a spank But now she pulls the caterpillars clean off a tank ‘Cause Bunty’s such a big girl now. Bunty’s such a big girl now – yes, sir! It isn’t that you’d call streamlined Bunty’s such a big girl now, her future’s sticking out behind. Her stockings always used to wrinkle under her knees Now her mother’s altered that and bought if you please A pair of strong suspenders fixed with padlock and keys ‘Cause Bunty’s such a big girl now. Bunty’s such a big girl now, a boat was tattooed on her hip Bunty’s such a big girl now, it’s turned into a battleship Acting in a West End lay though still under age, She’s got a very large part, it’s becoming the rage, The part is such a large part that you can’t see the stage, ‘Cause Bunty’s such a big girl now. Bunty’s such a big girl now – yes sir! In shoes she has to take size tens, Bunty’s such a big girl now, her hands are bigger than Big Bens She has to wear a what do y’ call it tied round her chest, She hung ii on a clothes line and a tramp said, "I’m blessed That’s a lovely hammock, I’ll climb in for a rest" ‘Cause Bunty’s such a big girl now. Back To Top Of Page BLACKPOOL ROCK (WITH MY LITTLE STICK OF) Every year when summer comes round, off to the sea I go. I don't care if I do spend a pound, I'm rather rash I know. See me dressed like all the sports, in my blazer and a pair of shorts. With my little stick of Blackpool Rock, along the promenade I stroll. It may be sticky but I never complain, it's nice to have a nibble at it now and again Every day wherever I stray the kids all round me flock. One afternoon the band conductor up on his stand Somehow lost his baton - it flew out of his hand So I jumped in his place and then conducted the band With my little stick of Blackpool Rock With my little stick of Blackpool Rock, Along the promenade I stroll, In my pocket it got stuck I could tell ‘Cos when I pulled it out I pulled my shirt off as well Every day wherever I stray the kids all round me flock. A girl while bathing clung to me, my wits had to use She cried, "I'm drowning, and to save me, you won't refuse" I said, "Well if you’re drowning then I don't want to lose My little stick of Blackpool Rock." With my little stick of Blackpool Rock, Along the promenade I stroll In the ballroom I went dancing each night No wonder every girl that danced with me, stuck to me tight Every day wherever I stray the kids all round me flock. A fellow took my photograph it cost one and three. I said when it was done, "Is that supposed to be me?" "You've properly mucked it up the only thing I can see is My little stick of Blackpool Rock." Back To Top Of Page
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