[POOH-BAH]
Young man, despair
Likewise go to
Yum-Yum the fair
You must not woo
It will not do:
I'm sorry for you
You very imperfect ablutioner!
This very day
From school Yum-Yum
Will wend her way
And homeward come
With a beat of drum
And a rum-tum-tum
To wed the Lord High Executioner!
And the bra** will crash
And the trumpets bray
And they'll cut a dash
On their wedding day
She'll toddle away, as all aver
With the Lord High Executioner!
[NANKI-POO & PISH-TUSH]
And the bra** will crash
And the trumpets bray
And they'll cut a dash
On their wedding day
[ALL]
She'll toddle away, as all aver
With the Lord High Executioner!
[POOH-BAH]
It's a hopeless case
As you may see
And in your place
Away I'd flee;
But don't blame me —
I'm sorry to be
Of your pleasure a diminutioner
They'll vow their pact
Extremely soon
In point of fact
This afternoon
Her honeymoon
With that buffoon
At seven commences, so you shun her!
And the bra** will crash
And the trumpets bray
And they'll cut a dash
On their wedding day
She'll toddle away, as all aver
With the Lord High Executioner!
[NANKI-POO & PISH-TUSH]
And the bra** will crash
And the trumpets bray
And they'll cut a dash
On their wedding day
[ALL]
She'll toddle away, as all aver
With the Lord High Executioner!