- 1 - OPENING MEDLEY Fortune's always hiding, I've looked ev'rywhere, Anytime you're Lambeth way, I'm forever blowing bubbles, Any evening, any day, Pretty bubbles in the air. You'll find us all doin' the Lambeth Walk. - o - Ev'ry little Lambeth gal With her little Lambeth pal, Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer You'll find 'em all doin' the do! Lambeth Walk. I'm half crazy, all for the love of you! Ev'rything free and easy, It won't be a stylish marriage, Do as you darn well pleasey, I can't afford a carriage, Why don't you make your way there, But you'll look sweet upon the Go there, stay there. seat Once you get down Lambeth way, Of a bicycle made for two! Ev'ry evening, ev'ry day, - o - You'll find us all doin' the Lambeth Walk. Let's all go down the Strand ('ave a banana) - o - Let's all go down the Strand. Come, come, come and make eyes at I'll be leader, you can march me behind, Down at the old Bull and Bush. Come with me and see what we can (Dah dah dah dah dah) find. Come, come, drink some port wine Let's all go down the Strand with me ('ave a banana) Down at the old Bull and Bush. Oh, what a happy band. Hear the little German band That's the place for fun and noise (Dah de dah de dah dah dah) All among the girls and boys, Just let me hold your hand, dear. So let's all go down the Strand. Do, do, come and have a drink or - o - two Down at the old Bull and Bush. Maybe it's because I'm a Londoner (Bush bush!) That I love London so, Maybe it's because I'm a Londoner - o - That I think of her wherever I go. I'm forever blowing bubbles, I get a funny feeling inside of me Pretty bubbles in the air. Just walking up and down, They fly so high, nearly reach Maybe it's because I'm a Londoner the sky, That I love London Town. Then like my dreams they fade and die. - 2 - WWI MEDLEY Hello, hello, who's your lady friend? I've got sixpence Who's the little girlie by your Jolly. jolly sixpence side? I've got sixpence to last me all my I've seen you with a girl or two. Oh, life oh, oh, I am surprised at you. I've got tuppence to spend Hello, hello, stop your little And tuppence to lend games, And tuppence to send home to my Don't you think your ways you wife (poor wife) ought to mend? It isn't the girl I saw you with at No cares have I to grieve me Brighton, No pretty little miss to deceive Who, who, who's your lady friend? me I'm happy as a King believe me - o - As we go rolling, rolling home. Oh, we don't want to lose you, Rolling home (rolling home) But we think you ought to go Rolling home (rolling home) For your king and your country By the light of the silvery moon both need you so Happy is the day when we line up We shall want you and miss you, But for our pay with all our might and main As we go rolling, rolling home. We shall cheer you, thank you, kiss you, - o - When you come back again

Here we are! Here we are! Here we - o - are again! Pat and Mac and Tommy and Jack Up to your waist in water, and Joe. Up to your eyes in slush, When there's trouble brewing Using the kind of language When there's something doing. That makes the sergeants blush; Are we downhearted? No! Who wouldn't join the army, Let 'em all come! That's what we all enquire, Here we are! Here we are! Here we Don't we pity the poor civilians are again! Sitting beside the fire? We're fit and well, and feeling as right as rain. Oh! Oh! Oh! It's a lovely war, Never mind the weather. Who wouldn't be a soldier, eh? Now then, all together Oh, it's a shame to take the pay. Hullo! Hullo! Here we are again! As soon as reveille has gone We feel just as heavy as lead, - o -

- 3 - But we never get up till the Pack up your troubles in your old sergeant brings our breakfast kit bag up to bed. And smile, smile, smile. While you've a lucifer to light Oh! Oh! Oh! It's a lovely war, your fag. What do you want with eggs and Smile, boys, that's the style. ham What's the use of worrying? When you've got plum and apple It never was worthwhile. jam? So, pack up your troubles in your Form fours! Right turn! old kit bag How shall we spend the money we And smile, smile, smile. earn? Oh! Oh! Oh! It's a lovely war, - o -

- o - It's a long way to Tipperary, It's a long way to go. Take me back to dear old Blighty! It's a long way to Tipperary, Put me on the train for London To the sweetest girl I know! town Goodbye Piccadilly, Take me over there Farewell, Leicester Square, Drop me anywhere It's a long, long way to Tipperary, Liverpool, Leeds or Birmingham - But my heart's right there! well I don’t care! I should like to see my best girl - o - Cuddling up again we soon should be (Whoa!) Goodbye Dolly I must leave you, Tiddley-iddley-ighty Though it breaks my heart to go Hurry me back to Blighty Something tells me I am needed Blighty is the place for me! At the front to fight the foe See, the boys in blue are marching - o - And I can no longer stay Hark, I hear the bugle calling, Keep the home fires burning, Goodbye Dolly Gray … While your hearts are yearning, Goodbye Dolly Gray Though your lads are far away they dream of home; There's a silver lining Through the dark cloud shining, Turn the dark cloud inside out, till the boys come home.

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- 4 - HITS FROM THE BLITZ Whether the weather may be wet or fine Bless 'em all! Bless 'em all! We'll just rub along without a The long and the short and the care. tall; We're going to hang out the Bless all the sergeants and washing on the Siegfried Line, double-u-o-ones, If the Siegfried Line's still there. Bless all those Corporals and their blinkin' sons, - o - Cos' we're saying goodbye to 'em all. Run, rabbit, run, rabbit, And back to their billets they run, run, run. crawl, Run, rabbit, run, rabbit, You'll get no promotion this side run, run, run. of the ocean, Bang, bang, bang, bang, So cheer up, my lads bless 'em all. goes the farmer's gun, Nobody knows what a twerp you’ve Run, rabbit, run, rabbit, been, run, run, run. So cheer up, my lads, bless ‘em all! Run, rabbit, run, rabbit, - o - run, run, run, Don't give the farmer his Kiss me goodnight, Sergeant Major, fun, fun, fun. Tuck me in my little wooden bed. He'll get by without his rabbit We all love you, Sergeant Major, pie. When we hear you bawling, "Show a So, run, rabbit, run, rabbit, leg!" run, run, run. Don't forget to wake me in the morning, And bring me 'round a nice hot cup of tea. There's a rose that grows on "No Kiss me goodnight, Sergeant Major Man’s Land" Sergeant Major, be a mother to me. And it's wonderful to see, Tho' its spray'd with tears, it will - o - live for years, In my garden of memory. We're going to hang out the It's the one red rose the soldier washing on the Siegfried Line, knows, Have you any dirty washing, It's the work of the Master's hand; mother dear? Mid the War's great curse, We're going to hang out the Stands the Red Cross Nurse, washing on the Siegfried Line, She's the rose of "No Man's Land". ‘Cos the washing day is here.

- 5 - LONDON PRIDE Gay lady, Mayfair in the morning, Hear your footsteps echo in the London Pride has been handed empty street. down to us. Early rain and the pavement's London Pride is a flower that's glistening. free. All Park Lane in a shimmering London Pride means our own dear gown. town to us, Nothing ever could break or harm And our pride it for ever will be. the charm of London Town.

Woa, Liza, see the coster barrows, In our city darkened now, street Vegetable marrows and the fruit and square and crescent, piled high. We can feel our living past in Woa, Liza, little London sparrows, our shadowed present, Covent Garden Market where the Ghosts beside our starlit Thames costers cry. who lived and loved and died Cockney feet mark the beat of Keep throughout the ages London history. Pride. Every street pins a memory down. Nothing ever can quite replace London Pride has been handed the grace of London Town. down to us. London Pride is a flower that's There's a little city flower every free. Spring unfailing London Pride means our own dear Growing in the crevices by some town to us, London railing, And our pride it for ever will be. Though it has a Latin name, in town and country-side Grey city, stubbornly implanted, We in England call it London Taken so for granted for a Pride. thousand years. Stay, city, smokily enchanted, London Pride has been handed Cradle of our memories and hopes down to us. and fears. London Pride is a flower that's Every Blitz your resistance free. toughening, London Pride means our own dear From the Ritz to the Anchor and town to us, Crown, And our pride it for ever will be. Nothing ever could override the pride of London Town. Hey, lady, when the day is dawning See the policeman yawning on his lonely beat.

- 6 - US IMPORTS Shovel all the coal in, Gotta keep it rollin' You are my sunshine, Woo, woo, Chattanooga there you My only sunshine, are You make me happy, When skies are grey. - o - You'll never know dear, How much I love you, Don't sit under the apple tree Please don't take my sunshine with anyone else but me, away. Anyone else but me, anyone else but me, NO NO NO! The other night dear Don't sit under the apple tree As I lay dreaming, with anyone else but me I dreamt that you were by my side. Till I come marching home. Came disillusion when I awoke dear, Don't go walking down lovers' lane You were gone and then I cried. with anyone else but me, Anyone else but me, anyone else [REPEAT CHORUS] but me, NO NO NO! Don't go walking down lovers' lane - o - with anyone else but me Till I come marching home. Pardon me, boy, is that the Chattanooga choo choo? I just got word from a guy who Track twenty-nine, boy, you can heard from the guy next door gimme a shine to me, I can afford to board a That a girl he met just loves to Chattanooga choo choo pet, I've got my fare and just a trifle And it fits you to a "T". to spare So don't sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me You leave the Pennsylvania Station Till I come marching home. 'bout a quarter to four, Read a magazine and then you're - o - in Baltimore, Dinner in the diner Mairzy doats and dozy doats Nothing could be finer And liddle lamzy divey Than to have your ham n' eggs in A kiddley divey too, Carolina. Wouldn't you? When you hear the whistle blowin' Mairzy doats and dozy doats eight to the bar And liddle lamzy divey Then you know that Tennessee is A kiddley divey too, not very far, Wouldn't you?

- 7 - If the words sound queer and Berkeley Square. funny to your ear, I may be right, I may be wrong, A little bit jumbled and jivey, But I'm perfectly willing to swear Sing "Mares eat oats and does eat That when you turned and smiled oats at me And little lambs eat ivy. " A nightingale sang in Berkeley Square. Oh, mairzy doats and dozy doats And liddle lamzy divey The moon that lingered over A kiddley divey too, wouldn't you? London town, A kiddley divey too, wouldn't you? Poor puzzled moon, he wore a frown. How could he know we two were so in love? I get along without sugar The whole darn world seemed I never drink any tea upside down. Eggs and bacon, beef and ham, The streets of town were paved These things don’t bother me with stars; I never miss eating chicken It was such a romantic affair. To me it just don’t mean a thing And, as we kissed and said There’s just one thing that I crave 'goodnight', And that’s why you’ll hear me sing: A nightingale sang in Berkeley Square. When can I have a banana again, tell me mother do? How strange it was, how sweet and When can I have a banana again, strange like I used to do? There was never a dream to I’d have ‘em for breakfast, I’d have compare ‘em for lunch. With that hazy crazy night we met I’d have ‘em single or all in a And a nightingale sang in bunch. Berkeley square When can I have a banana again, This heart of mine beat loud and tell me mother do? fast Like a merry-go-round at a fair And we were dancing cheek to cheek A NIGHTINGALE SANG ... And a nightingale sang in Berkeley square. That certain night, the night we met The dawn came stealing up all There was magic abroad in the air, gold and blue There were angels dining at the To interrupt our rendezvous. Ritz, I still remember how you smiled And a nightingale sang in and said

- 8 - “Was that a dream or was it true?” A lifetime as sweet as that lovely Our homeward step was just as weekend. light As the dancing feet of Astaire And like an echo far away A nightingale sang in Berkeley I'm gonna get lit up when the square. lights go up in London, I'm gonna get lit up as I've never I know ‘cos I was there been before. That night in Berkeley square. You will find me on the tiles You will find me wreathed in smiles. I'm gonna get so lit up I'll be I haven’t said thanks for that visible for miles. lovely weekend, The city will sit up when the Those two days of heaven you lights go up in London. helped me to spend, We'll all be lit up as the Strand The thrill of your kiss as you was only more, much more. stepped off the train, And before the plot is played out The smile in your eyes like the sun They will fetch the Fire Brigade after rain. out To mark the occasion we went out to To the lit-test up-est scene you dine, ever saw. Remember the laughter, the music the wine; That drive in the taxi when midnight had flown, We'll gather lilacs in the Spring Then breakfast next morning, just again we two alone. And walk together down an English lane You had to go, the time was so Until our hearts have learned to short, sing again We both had so much to say; When you come home once more. Your kit to be packed, the train to And in the evening by the be caught, firelight's glow Sorry I cried but I just felt that You'll hold me close and never let way. me go And now you have gone, dear, this Your eyes will tell me all I long letter I pen; to know My heart travels with you till we When you come home once more. meet again. Keep smiling, my darling, and someday we’ll spend

- 9 - Wish me luck, as you wave me Tomorrow, when the world is free. goodbye The shepherd will tend his sheep, Cheerio, here I go on my way. The valley will bloom again, Wish me luck, as you wave me And Jimmy will go to sleep in his goodbye own little room again. With a cheer, not a tear, make it There'll be bluebirds over the gay. white cliffs of Dover, Give me a smile, I can keep all the Tomorrow, just you wait and see. while, In my heart while I'm away. - o - Till we meet once again you and I, Wish me luck, as you wave me We'll meet again don't know where, goodbye. don't know when, But I know we'll meet again some - o - sunny day. Keep smilin' through just like you There'll always be an England always do, While there's a country lane. Till the blue skies drive the dark Wherever there's a cottage small clouds far away. beside a field of grain. So will you please say hello to There'll always be an England the folks that I know, While there's a busy street; Tell them I won't be long. Wherever there's a turning wheel, They'll be happy to know that as a million marching feet. you saw me go I was singing this song. Red, white and blue, We'll meet again don't know where, What does it mean to you? don't know when, Surely you're proud, But I know we'll meet again some Shout it aloud, Britons awake, sunny day. The Empire too, we can depend on you, Freedom remains, these are the chains, nothing can break, There'll always be an England And England shall be free, If England means as much to you As England means to me.

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There'll be bluebirds over the white cliffs of Dover, Tomorrow, just you wait and see. There'll be love and laughter, and peace ever after, - 10 - COCKNEY KNEES UP MEDLEY I've got a loverly bunch of cocoanuts, The sun as got his hat on Every ball you throw will make me hip-hip-hip-hooray! rich. The sun has got his hat on, There stands me wife, the idol of and he's coming out today. me life Now we'll all be happy, Singing roll or bowl a ball hip-hip-hip-hooray! a penny a pitch. The sun has got his hat on, and he's coming out today. Singing roll or bowl a ball a penny a pitch. He’s been roasting peanuts out in Singing roll or bowl a ball Timbuctoo a penny a pitch. Now he's coming back to do the Roll or bowl a ball, same to you. Roll or bowl a ball, Jump into your sunbath Singing roll or bowl a ball hip-hip-hip-hooray! a penny a pitch. The sun has got his hat on, and he's coming out today. - o -

- o - Oh, what a beauty! I've never seen one as big as that before! Yes! We have no bananas Oh, what a beauty! It must be two We have no bananas today. foot long or even more. We've string beans and HONions, Such a lovely colour, so nice and cabBAHges and scallions round and fat; And all kinds of fruit and say, I never thought a marrow could We have an old fashioned toMAHto grow as big as that. Long island poTAHto Oh, what a beauty - I've never seen But yes! we have no bananas one as big as that before. We have no bananas today. - o - - o - Boiled beef and carrots, I've got a loverly bunch of Boiled beef and carrots. cocoanuts, That's the stuff for your There they are a standing in a 'darby-kel' row. Makes you fat and it keeps you Big ones, small ones, some as big well as your head. Don't live like vegetarians, on “Give 'em a twist, a flick of the food they give to parrots. wrist”, From morn till night, blow out That's what the showman said. your kite on Boiled beef and carrots.

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Any old iron, any old iron, Heads, shoulders, knees and toes, Any, any, any old iron Knees and toes. You look neat, talk about a treat, Heads, shoulders, knees and toes, You look a dapper from your Knees and toes. napper to your feet. Eyes and ears and mouth and nose. Dressed in style, with a brand new Heads, shoulders, knees and toes, tile, Knees and toes. And your father's old green tie on. An' I wouldn't give you tuppence - o - for your old watch chain, Old iron, old iron! You put your left leg in, Your left leg out. - o - In, out, in, out and shake it all about. I like pickled onions, You do the Hokey Kokey and you I like piccalilli, turn around. Pickled cabbage is all right That’s what it’s all about. With a bit of cold meat on a Oh! The Hokey Kokey! (x3) Sunday night, Knees bend, arm stretch, ra ra ra! I can go tomatoes, but what I do prefer [REPEAT ETC] Is a little bit of cucum, cucum, cucum, - o - A little bit of cucumber. Knees up Mother Brown! - o - Knees up Mother Brown! Under the table you must go She'll be coming 'round the Ee-i-ee-i-ee-i-oh! mountain when she comes, If I catch you bending She'll be coming 'round the I’ll saw your leg right off. mountain when she comes, So, knees up, knees up! She'll be coming 'round the Don’t get the breeze up mountain, Knees up Mother Brown. Coming 'round the mountain, Coming 'round the mountain Oh, my, what a rotten song. when she comes. What a rotten song, what a rotten song. Singing eye-ye-yi-pi-yi-pi-yie, Oh, my, what a rotten song Singing eye-ye-yi-pi-yi-pi-yie, And what a rotten singer too! Singing eye-ye-yi-pi, eye-ye-yi-pi, Eye-ye-yi-pi-yi-pi-yie.

- 12 - I’ve just been to a “ding-dong” GOODBYE MEDLEY down dear old Brixton way, Old Mother Brown the Pearly Good-byee! Good-byee Queen’s a hundred years today; Wipe the tear, baby dear, from your Oh! What a celebration! Was proper eye-ee. lah-di-dah! Tho' it's hard to part, I know, Until they roll’d the carpet up I'll be tickled to death to go. and shouted “Nah then, Ma!” Don't cry-ee! Don't sigh-ee! There's a silver lining in the Knees up Mother Brown! sky-ee. Knees up Mother Brown! Bonsoir, old thing! Come along dearie, let it go! Cheerio! Chin-chin! Ee-i-ee-i-ee-i-oh! Nah-poo! Toodle-oo! Good-byee! It’s yer blooming birthday Let’s wake up all the town! - o - So, knees up, knees up! Show me the way to go home, Don’t get the breeze up I'm tired and I want to go to bed, Knees up Mother Brown. Had a little drink about an hour ago, Oh, my, what a rotten song. And it's gone right to my head. What a rotten song, what a rotten Where-ever I may roam, song. On land, or sea, or foam, Oh, my, what a rotten song You can always hear my singing And what a rotten singer too! this song, Show me the way to go home. - o - - o - Roll out the barrel We'll have a barrel of fun. Goodnight sweetheart, Roll out the barrel All my pray'rs are for you, We've got the blues on the run. Goodnight sweetheart, Zing! Boom! Ta-rar-rel! I'll be watching o'er you, Ring out a song of good cheer. Tears and parting may make us Now's the time to roll the barrel forlorn For the gang's all here. But with the dawn, a new day is born. [REPEAT] And we’ll say: Goodnight sweetheart, Sleep will banish sorrow, Goodnight sweetheart, Till we meet tomorrow, All your sadness, soon will turn to gladness, Goodnight sweetheart, goodnight.

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