Some people declare that a quiet country lane Is the very best place for a 'spoon' An old rustic stile must be there, they'll explain And not too much light from the moon Now my girl and I live in town you must know Where quiet country lanes can't be found We've no rustic stiles in our neighbourhood So every time Sunday evening comes round.
Chorus: Then we go, go, go for a ride on a car, car, car For we know how cosy the tops of the tramcars are. The seats are so small, and there's not much to pay You sit close together and 'spoon' all the way There's many a miss will be missus some day Through riding on top of the car.
We climb on the car where the journey begins And we make for the first vacant seat For all other people we don't care two pins So long as our comfort's complete And when the conductor comes up for the fares He punches our tickets, then goes But gives us a wink as he pops down the stairs Like an overgrown Cupid, in clothes.
Chorus:
We get to the end of the journey all right Or, at least, to the end of the track But while all the others prepare to alight We remain on the car, and go back And when we get married now, boys, here's a tip That ought to be useful to you We shan't spend too much on our honeymoon-trip For we've made up our minds what to do. ============================= Written and composed by Fred W. Leigh/V.P. Bryan & Harry Von Tilzer Performed by George Lashwood (1963-1942)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
