I was weaned on cucumber And on my wedding day Sitting down to supper when The guests had gone away My old darling said to me "You must be hungry Joe What is it you fancy?" I said, "Fancy, Don't you know?"
Chorus: "I like pickled onions, I like piccalilli Pickled cabbage is all right With a bit of cold meat on a Sunday night I can grow termartoeses, but what I do prefer Is a little bit of cu-cum-cu-cum-cu-cum Little bit of cu-cum-ber.'
I went flying in the air With my old college chum Suddenly he said to me "We're bound for kingdom come. Is there anything on your mind? Before you wear a crown." I began to shake and said "Write this confession down."
Chorus:
To the lord Mayor's banquet I Got in one foggy day When I saw the grub it Took my breath away "Sparrowgrass" and chaffinches And pigs-head stuffed with jam I said to the waiter there "You don't know who I am.
Chorus:
Several years of married life Have brought me lots of joys I don't know how many girls I think its fourteen boys When the last one came to town It nearly turned my head It was marked with a cucumber And the fust words that I said,
========================== Written and composed by T.W.Connor - 1915 Performed by Harry Champion (1865-1942)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
