Finale medley (No. 4) - Leaning on a Lamp-Post / Strollin' / Underneath the Arches / Knees up Mother Brown / Show me the way to go Home歌词

作词 : Noel Gay/Ralph Reeder/Bud Flanagan/Harris Weston/Irving King
作曲 : Noel Gay/Ralph Reeder/Bud Flanagan/Bert Lee/Irving King
Finale Medley (Cockney)
I'm leaning on a lamp, maybe you think, I look a tramp,
Or you may think I'm hanging 'round to steal a motor-car.
But no I'm not a crook, And if you think, that's what I look,
I'll tell you why I'm here, And what my motives are.
I'm leaning on a lamp-post at the corner of the street,
In case a certain little lady comes by.
Oh me, oh my, I hope the little lady comes by.
I don't know if she'll get away, She doesn't always get away,
But anyhow I know that she'll try.
Oh me, oh my, I hope the little lady comes by,
There's no other girl I would wait for, But this one I'd break any date for,
I won't have to ask what she's late for, She wouldn't have to leave me flat,
She's not a girl like that.
Oh, she's absolutely wonderful, and marvelous and beautiful.
And anyone can understand why,
I'm leaning on a lamp-post at the corner of the street
In case a certain little lady passes by.
Strolling, just strolling,
In the cool of the evening air,
I don't envy the rich in their automobiles,
For a motor car is phoney.
I'd rather have Shanks's pony,
When I'm strolling, just strolling,
With the light of the moon above,
Ev'ry night I go out strolling,
And I know my luck is rolling,
When I'm strolling with the one I love.
Underneath the Arches
I dream my dreams away.
Underneath the arches,
On cobblestones I lay.
Ev'ry night you'll find me,
Tired out and worn.
Happy when the daylight comes creeping,
Heralding the dawn.
Sleeping when it's raining,
And sleeping when it's fine,
I hear the trains rattling by above.
Pavement is my pillow,
No matter where I stray.
Underneath the Arches
I dream my dreams away.
Knees up Mother Brown
Knees up Mother Brown
Under the table you must go
Ee-aye, Ee-aye, Ee-aye-oh
If I catch you bending
I'll saw your legs right off
Knees up, knees up
Never get the breeze up
Knees up Mother Brown
Oh my, what a rotten song
What a rotten song
What a rotten song
Oh my, what a rotten song
And what a rotten singer
Too-oo-ooh
Knees up Mother Brown
Under the table you must go
Ee-aye, Ee-aye, Ee-aye-oh
If I catch you bending
I'll saw your legs right off
Knees up, knees up
Never get the breeze up
Knees up Mother Brown
Show me the way to go home
I'm tired and I wanna go to bed
I had a little drink
About an hour ago
And it went straight to my head
Where ever I may go
On land, or sea, or snow
You can always hear me
Singing this song
Show me the way to go home
Show me the way to go home
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Recommended after the last song is my “Finale Reprise” track which consists of one chorus of “Wish me luck” leading straight into one chorus of “We’ll Meet Again”. A wonderfully nostalgic finish to the evening.