Stephen Sondheim - The Miller's Son lyrics

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Stephen Sondheim - The Miller's Son lyrics

I shall marry the miller's son Pin my hat on a nice piece of property Friday nights, for a bit of fun We'll go dancing Meanwhile It's a wink and a wiggle And a diggle in the gra** And I'll trip the light fandango A pinch and a diddle In the middle of what pa**es by It's a very short road From the pinch and the punch To the paunch and the pouch and the pension It's a very short road To the ten thousandth lunch And the belch and the grouch and the sigh In the meanwhile There are mouths to be kissed Before mouths to be fed And a lot in between In the meanwhile And a girl ought to celebrate what pa**es by Or I shall marry the business man Five fat babies and lots of security Friday nights, if we think we can We'll go dancing Meanwhile It's a push and a fumble And a tumble in the sheets And I'll foot the highland fancy A dip in the bu*ter And a flutter with what meets my eye It's a very short fetch From the push and the whoop To the squint and the stoop and the mumble It's not much of a stretch To the cribs and the croup And the bosoms that droop and go dry In the meanwhile There are mouths to be kissed Before mouths to be fed And there's many a tryst And there's many a bed To be sampled and seen In the meanwhile And a girl has to celebrate what pa**es by Or I shall marry the Prince of Wales Pearls and servants and dressing for festivals Friday nights with him all in tails We'll have dancing Meanwhile It's a rip in the bustle And a rustle in the hay And I'll pitch the quick fantastic With flings of confetti And my petticoats away up high It's a very short way From the fling that's for fun To the thigh pressing under the table It's a very short day 'Til you're stuck with just one Or it has to be done on the sly In the meanwhile There are mouths to be kissed Before mouths to be fed And there's many a tryst And there's many a bed There's a lot I'll have missed But I'll not have been dead when I die! And a person should celebrate everything Pa**ing By And I shall marry the miller's son...