If you invest your tuppence wisely in the bank Safe and sound Soon that tuppence safely invested in the bank Will compound And you'll achieve that sense
A British bank is run with precision, a British home requires nothing less Tradition, discipline and rules must be the tools Without them disorder, chaos
Wanted a nanny, for two adorable children If you want this choice position Have a cheery disposition Rosy cheeks, no warts (That's the pot I put in)
Early each day to the steps of St. Paul's The little old bird woman comes In her own special way to the people she calls Come buy my bags full of crumbs
Chim, chimney, chim, chimney Chim, chim, cherry A sweep is as lucky As lucky can be Chim, chimney, chim, chimney Chim, chim, cheroo Good luck will rub
Step in time, step in time Come on my dear, step in time Step in time Step in time, step in time Step in time, step in time Never need a reason, never
With a tuppence for paper and string You can have your own set of wings With your feet on the ground you're a bird in flight With your fist holding tight
We're clearly soldiers in petticoats And dauntless crusaders for women's votes Though we adore men individually We agree that as a group they're rather
How can I wait, can I wait till tomorrow comes? How can I live till tomorrow comes? How can I make every minute fly Till that shiny moment when I'll be
Before I gaze at you again I'll need a time for tears Before I gaze at you again Let hours turn to years I have so much forgetting to do Before I try
Tra la, it's May, the lusty month of May That lovely month when everyone goes blissfully astray Tra la, it's here, that shocking time of year When tons
I feel pretty, oh so pretty I feel pretty and witty and bright And I pity any girl who isn't me tonight I feel charming, oh so charming It's alarming
I loved you once in silence And misery was all I knew Trying so to keep my love from showing All the while not knowing you loved me too Yes, loved me
Early each day to the steps of Saint Paul's, The little old bird woman comes. In her own special way to the people she calls, "Come, buy my bags full
Edelweiss, Edelweiss Every morning you greet me Small and white, clean and bright You look happy to meet me Blossom of snow may you bloom and grow Bloom
raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens brown paper packages tied up with strings these are a few of
Maria Perhaps I h ad a wicked childhood Perhaps I had a miserable youth But somewhere in my wicked, miserable past There must have been a moment of truth
Maria High on a hill was a lonely goatherd Lay ee odl lay ee odl lay hee hoo Loud was the voice of the lonely goatherd Lay ee odl lay ee odl-oo Folks
