Gilbert And Sullivan - Young man, despair lyrics

[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!