Cry Baby Bunting
Daddy's gone a-hunting
Well that’s not really true
He’s gone to Tesco’s
with my sister Su
Cry Baby Bunting
Daddy's gone a-hunting
Well that’s not really true
He’s gone to Tesco’s
with my sister Su
Are you wearing a scowl?
Or is it your
irritable bowel
No, it’s an irritable
scowl
Because I left my wet
towel
When I told mum
I had opened a theatre
I got a rather strange
Reaction from her
“Are you having me
on?”
She said to me
I said “you'll have to
audition
And then we’ll see”
Merseyside Police sealed the City Centre
As they didn’t want to
take a risk
As a suspicious object
was seen in a car
It turned out later to
be a tax disk
I like breakin’ and poppin’
And dancing to Hip hop
At Sixty I should be
stoppin’
As I’m down for a Hip
op
She was a Taxi dancer
10 cents a dance
He was a patron
And they were dance
partners
Each night he would be
there
A pocket full of tickets
Each night he looked
for her
And they danced all
night
He lived for the
dances
All day he watched the
clock
All night he danced
with her
He thought she was
special
He hoped he was too
But she was a Taxi
dancer
10 cents a dance
She liked to dance
But she liked her
commission more
He was just a
pocketful of tickets
Nothing more than a
cash cow
Who lost his heart
To a dime-a-dance girl
Scientists say they have discovered
Genetic markers that
indicate athleticism
I think if they take a
close look at mine
I will have markers for Couch potatoism