Lyrics
Waiting in the kitchen, Bonapart is missing
What a lovely day to find yourself all alone, now?
She struggles in the hallway, kicking up a storm, say,
Wouldnt it be nice to wander into the town, now?
What a lovely day its been?
The countryside is so serene.
What we drank was Newcie Brown
It dulled our senses and made us drown
Now we have nothing much in common,
cept the kids and the house and the horse and the name.
He is beating up the Belgiums, someone ought to tell him,
size is not a worry, especially if you rule the world, now
Kipping in his sack, say, Frenchie in a bad way.
Won’t you let your hair hang down you’re a pretty girl now.
What a lovely day its been?
Think of poor old Josephine
with the kids and the house and the horse and the name.
What we drank was Newcie Brown
It dulled our senses and made us drown
Now we have nothing much in common,
cept the kids and the house and the horse and the name.
[Break]
What a lovely day its been?
But think of poor old Josephine
with the kids and the house and the horse and the name.
What we drank was Newcie Brown
It dulled our senses and made us drown
Now we have nothing much in common,
cept the kids and the house and the horse and the name.
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