With the briefest wave, in a fearful rush I climb aboard the omnibus So far, I failed to make the conductor laugh But I'll join in with him if he does Oh, dear Mother: what you doing here? Don't remind me, get behind me, just sit in your silver chair
There are sandbags out along the Strand They've all gone raving, to a man Make no excuse for lazybones No one to guard the old homeland Oh, good Godmother: what you doing here? Don't alarm me, nothing can harm me if I close my ears
The secretary, the sandwich girl Have left to join the underworld The files are empty, the lines are dead The accountant's blood is in the red Oh, my Godmother: what you doing here? My case is locked and my luncheon box is as full as it appears
Oh, come on, Miss Hatchet, let me take you to a restaurant Where the price is very cheap And we'll dance all night at the club around the corner 'Til it's time to go to bed… sleep
The walls are shedding a lethal skin Of TV-active social sins It's a simple phase of growing pains We're all just fast cars in slow lanes Oh, good Godmother: here you come again It's a pleasant night for sleeping tight with the book of family gamesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
