Noël Coward - Alice Is At It Again lyrics

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Noël Coward - Alice Is At It Again lyrics

In a dear little village, Remote and obscure A beautiful maiden resided. As to whether or not Her intentions were pure, Opinions were sharply divided. She loved to lie Out 'neath the darkening sky, And allow the night breeze To entrance her, She whispered her dreams To the birds flying by But seldom received any answer. Over the field and along the lane Gentle Alice would love to stray. When it came to the end of the day, She would wander away, Unheeding. Dreaming her innocent dreams she strode, Quite unaffected by heat or cold, Frequently freckled or soaked with rain, Alice was out in the lane. Who she met there Every day Was a question Answered by none, But she'd get there, And she'd stay there, 'Til whatever she did Was undoubtedly done. Over the field and along the lane Both her parents would call in vain, Sadly, sorrowfully, they'd complain, 'Alice is at it again.' Although that dear little village, Surrounded by trees, Had neither a school, nor a college, Gentle Alice acquired From the birds and the bees, Some exceedingly practical knowledge. The curious secrets that nature revealed, She refused to allow to upset her, But she thought, When observing the beasts of the field, That things might have been organised better. Over the field and along the lane, Gentle Alice would make up And take up Her stand. The road was not exactly arterial, But it led to a town nearby, Where quite a lot of masculine material Caught her rolling eye. She was ready to hitchhike, Cadillac or motorbike, She wasn't proud or choosy. All she Was aiming to be Was a pinked-up, Minked-up, Fly-by-night floozy. When old Rogers Gave her pearls as large as Nuts on a chestnut tree, All she'd say was 'Fiddle-di-dee! The wages of sin will be the d**h of me!' Over the field and along the lane, Gentle Alice's parents Would wait, Hand in hand. Her dear old white-headed mother, Wistfully sipping champagne, Said 'We've spoiled our child, Spared the rod. Open up the caviar and say "Thank God!" We've got no cause to complain! Alice is at it again!'