- 1 - LET’S ALL GO DOWN THE STRAND I propose we make a little change.” One night half a dozen tourists Met together in Trafalgar Square [CHORUS] A fortnight's tour on the Continent was planned Great crowds gathered round to And each had his portmanteau in welcome his hand Shackleton returning from the Down the Rhine they'd meant to pole have a picnic The Lord Mayor welcomed all the Till Jones said “I must decline crew Boys, you be advised by me And said “My lads I've got a treat Stay away from Germany for you” What's the good of going down the “Come with me the Mansion House Rhine?” awaits you A banquet shall be supplied Let's all go down the Strand But a tar in grumbling mood ('ave a banana) Said, “We don't want any food” Let's all go down the Strand. Then he turned to Shackleton and I'll be leader, you can march sighed: behind, Come with me and see what we can [CHORUS] find. Let's all go down the Strand ('ave a banana) Oh, what a happy band. WE’LL GATHER LILACS That's the place for fun and noise All among the girls and boys, We'll gather lilacs in the Spring So let's all go down the Strand. again And walk together down an One day five and twenty convicts English lane Sat in five and twenty little Until our hearts have learned to cells sing again The bell then sounded ding-a ding When you come home once more. a dong And in the evening by the To exercise the prisoners came firelight's glow along You'll hold me close and never let Burglar Ben explained to Jaggs me go the warder Your eyes will tell me all I long “To me sir its very strange to know The men are tired of going round When you come home once more. Round and round the same old ground

- 2 - CHITTY CHITTY BANG BANG MEDLEY What do you see … you people gazing at me? A gentle breeze from Hushabye You see a doll on a music box Mountain that’s wound by a key. Softly blows o’er Lullaby Bay. How can you tell … I’m under a It fills the sails of boats that spell? are waiting. I’m waiting for love’s first kiss. Waiting to sail your worries away. You cannot see … how much I long It isn’t far to Hushabye Mountain, to be free; And your boat waits down by the Turning around on this music box quay. that’s wound by a key. The winds of night so softly are Yearning, yearning, sighing, While I’m turning around and Soon they will fly your troubles around. to sea. So close your eyes on Hushabye - o - Mountain. Wave goodbye to cares of the day. You’re my little Chu-Chi Face, And watch your boat from My koot-chi, koot-chi, woot-chi, Hushabye Mountain little Chu-Chi Face, Sail far away from Lullaby Bay. Ev’ry time I look as you, I sigh. And you’re my little teddy bear; - o - My lovey, lovey, dovey, little teddy bear. Truly Scrumptious; you’re truly, You’re the apple strudel of my eye. truly scrumptious; Scrumptious as a cherry peach Your chu-chi, woot-chi nose, parfait. Your chu-chi, woot-chi eyes, When you’re near us, it’s so They set my heart aflutter. delicious; Your oo-chi, koot-chi ways, Honest, Truly, you’re the answer to Your oo-chi, koot-chi gaze our wishes, Wilts me down like melting butter. Truly Scrumptious, though we may seem “presumptious,” You’re my little Chu-Chi Face. Never, never ever go away. And you’re my teddy bear. Our hearts beat so unruly, Together we’re a chu-chi, woot-chi, Because we love you truly, Oot-chi, koot-chi pair! Honest, Truly, we do. - o - - o -

- 3 - Toot Sweets! Toot Sweets! - o - The candies that whistle, the whistles you eat. Chitty Bang Bang, Chitty Chitty Toot Sweets! Toot Sweets! Bang Bang, (x3) The eatable, tweetable treats! Oh! You! Pretty Chitty Bang Bang, Toot Sweets! Toot Sweets! Chitty Chitty Bang Bang, we love The toot of a flute with the you! flavour of fruit! And our pretty Chitty Bang Bang, Toot Sweets! Toot Sweets! Chitty Chitty Bang Bang, loves us No longer need candy be mute! too! High! Low! Anywhere we go, on, - o - Chitty Chitty we depend. Bang bang, Chitty Chitty Bang Oh, the Posh, Posh, traveling life: Bang, the traveling life for me! Our fine four fendered friend. First cabin and captain’s table; regal company. You’re uncatagorical, a fuel- When ever I’m bored, I travel burning oracle, abroad; but ever so properly: A fantasmagorical machine! Port out! Starboard home! You’re more than spectacular. Posh with a cap-i-tal P. O. S. H. To use the vernacular, Posh! You’re wizard! You’re smashing! You’re keen! The hands that hold the sceptre; Ev’ry head that holds a crown; Oh! Chitty, you! Chitty, pretty They always give their all for me; Chitty Bang Bang, They never let me down. Chitty Chitty Bang Bang, we love I’m on my way to far away. you! Ta ta! And toodleoo! And Chitty, our Chitty, pretty And fare thee well! Chitty Bang Bang, And bon voyage! Arrivederci too! Chitty Chitty Bang Bang, loves us too! [REPEAT CHORUS] High Chitty, low Chitty, anywhere we go, - o - On Chitty Chitty we depend. Bang bang, Chitty Chitty Bang Me Ol’ Bamboo, Me Ol’ Bamboo, Bang, Ya better never bother with Me Ol’ Our fine four fendered friend! Bamboo! Bang bang, Chitty Chitty Bang Ya can have me hat or me Bang, bumbershoo’ Our fine … four … fen …. dered But ya better never bother with friend! Me Ol’ Bamboo!

- 4 - FLANAGAN AND ALLEN MEDLEY Happy when the daylight comes creeping Toodle-luma-luma, toodle-luma- Heralding the dawn. luma, toodle-eye-ay Any umbrellas, any umbrellas to Sleeping when it's raining fix today? And sleeping when it's fine. Bring your parasol, it may be I hear the trains rattling by small, it may be big; above. He repairs it all with what you Pavement is our pillow no matter call a “thing-um-a-jig.” where we stray. Underneath the arches we dream Pitter patter patter, pitter patter our dreams away. patter, It looks like rain. - o - Let it pitter patter, let it pitter patter, Strollin', just strollin', Don’t mind the rain. In the cool of the evening air, He’ll mend your umbrella then go I don't envy the rich in their on his way, automobiles, Singin’ “Toodle-luma-luma- For a motor car is phoney, toodle-ay, I'd rather have shanks's pony Toodle-luma-luma-toodle-ay, When I'm strollin', just strollin', Any umbrellas to fix today?” With the light of the moon above, Ev'ry night I go out strollin', - o - And I know my luck is rollin', When I'm strollin', with the one ... Shine on, shine on harvest moon I ... love! up in the sky, I ain't had no lovin' since January, February, June or July. Snow time ain't no time to stay outdoors and spoon, So shine on, shine on harvest moon, for me and my gal.

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Underneath the arches We dream our dreams away. Underneath the arches On cobblestone we lay. Ev'ry night you'll find us Tired out and worn.

- 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 - Has anybody here seen Kelly? K-E-double-L-Y. CREST OF A WAVE Has anybody here seen Kelly? Find him if you can! All hands aboard boys, He's as bad as old Antonio, All hands aboard boys, Left me on my own-ee-o, The ship is calling for more. Has anybody here seen Kelly? We getting ready, now for a steady, Kelly from the Isle of Man! To pull away from the home shore. We off to find adventure any how. - o - Because we know that now: Michael Kelly with his sweetheart We're riding along on the crest of came from County Cork a wave, And bent upon a holiday they And the sun is in the sky. landed in New York All our eyes on the distant They strolled around to see the horizon, sights, alas, it's sad to say Look out for passers by. Poor Kelly lost his little girl We'll do the hailing along the Great White Way When other ships are round us She walked uptown from Herald sailing, Square to Forty-Second Street We're riding along on the crest of The traffic stopped as she cried a wave, to the copper on the beat-- And the world is ours. Has anybody here seen Kelly? [REPEAT] K-E-double L-Y Has anybody here seen Kelly? Have you seen him smile? Sure, his hair is red, his eyes are HAS ANYBODY HERE SEEN KELLY? blue, And he's Irish through and Kelly and his sweetheart wore a through! very pleasant smile, Has anybody here seen Kelly? And sent upon a holiday they went Kelly from the Emerald Isle! from Mona's Isle, They landed safe in London but alas it's sad to say, For Kelly lost his little girl up Piccadilly way. She searched for him in vain and then of course began to fret, And this is the appeal she made to everyone she met:

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WHEN IT’S NIGHTIME IN ITALY SO LONG FAREWELL

When it’s nighttime in Italy There's a sad sort of clanging It’s Wednesday over here. from the clock in the hall Why do onions in Sicily And the bells in the steeple too Make people cry in California? And up in the nursery an absurd Why does a fly? little bird When does a bee? Is popping out to say “cuckoo”, How does a wasp “cuckoo”, “cuckoo” Sit down to have it’s tea? Regretfully they tell us If you talk to an Eskimo But firmly they compel us His breath will freeze your ear. To say goodbye … to you! When it’s nighttime in Italy And it’s Wednesday over here. So long, farewell, auf Wiedersehen, good night When it’s nighttime in Italy I hate to go and leave this pretty It’s Wednesday over here. sight When it’s fish day in Birmingham In Oldham they eat tripe and So long, farewell, auf Wiedersehen, trotters. adieu How high is up? Adieu, adieu, to yieu and yieu and I’d like to know yieu How low is down And when shall we have snow? So long, farewell, au revoir, auf If it’s Christmas in Palestine wiedersehen We shan’t have our New Year I'd like to stay and taste my first Till it’s nighttime in Italy champagne And it’s Wednesday over here. So long, farewell, auf Wiedersehen, When it’s nighttime in Italy goodbye It’s Wednesday over here. I leave and heave a sigh and say When bananas are oranges goodbye -- Goodbye! And pubs are owned by Barbara Castle I'm glad to go, I cannot tell a lie We’ll have a drink I flit, I float, I fleetly flee, I We’ll be convinced fly We’ll have no fear Of ever getting pinched The sun has gone to bed and so And to go on our holidays must I And dive off Wigan pier So long, farewell, auf Wiedersehen, When it’s nighttime in Italy goodbye And it’s Wednesday over here. Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye.

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