- I Like America
Girls:
Tell us, sailor,
Tell us, please,
For we're terribly keen to know
What it's like to be fancy free
Footloose on the rolling sea?
China girl chop-chop,
Gay Maltese,
- Imagine The Duchess's Feelings
The duchess had manner, for dignity lurks
in the shadows of Debret.
but fate threw a spanner smack into the works,
tarnishing her coronet.
Three large sons were born to her,
But one sad morn to her,
There came a premonition of regret
- London Pride
London Pride has been handed down to us.
London Pride is a flower that's free.
London Pride means our own dear town to us,
And our pride it for ever will be.
Woa, Liza,
See the coster barrows,
Vegetable marrows
And the fruit piled high.
- Louisa
Louisa was a movie queen
Before she'd achieved the age of sweet sixteen
Long before Cagney threw those girls about
Little Louisa tossed her curls about
Later when the talkies came
The whole world resounded to her fame
Each time she married
Every daily paper carried
- Sail Away
When a sailor goes to sea
Though he leaves his love behind
Time and tide will set him free
From the grief inside him
Sea and sky will ease his heart
Regulate his troubled mind
Every sailor has a chart
And a star to guide him home
- The Last Time I Saw Paris
A lady known as Paris
Romantic and charming
Left all her old companions
And faded from view
Lonely men with lonely eyes
Are seeking her in vain
The streets are where they were
But there's no sign of her
- There Are Bad Times Just Around The Corner
There're out of sorts in Sunderland
And terribly cross in Kent
They're dull in Hull
And the Isle of Mull
Is seething with discontent,
They're nervous in Northumberland
And Devon is down the drain,
They're filled with wrath
- Uncle Harry
My family has traditions
I've heard them a thousand times
My relatives were not excessively bright
They love to go off on missions
To rather peculiar climes
And lead the wretched heathens to the light
A few of them got beaten up
In course of these rampages
- World Weary
When I'm feeling weary and blue, I'm only too
Glad to be left alone
Dreaming of a place in the sun when day is done
far from a telephone
Hardly ever see the sky
Buildings seem to grow so high