10Th September 2020

- 1 - <ul style="display: flex;"><li style="flex:1">SING-A-LONG MEDLEY (PART 2) </li><li style="flex:1">But square-cut or pear-shaped, </li></ul>These rocks don't lose their shape. <ul style="display: flex;"><li style="flex:1">Diamonds are a girl's best friend. </li><li style="flex:1">I'd like to teach the world to sing </li></ul>In perfect harmony I'd like to hold it in my arms And keep it company - o - Ma he's making eyes at me. Ma he's awful nice to me. Ma, he's almost breaking my heart. I'm beside him, mercy, let his conscience guide him. I'd like to see the world for once All standing hand in hand And hear them echo through the hills Ma he wants to marry me: be my honey bee. Ah, peace throughout the land Ev'ry minute he gets bolder, Now he's leaning on my shoulder, Ma he's kissing me. - o - Happy days are here again! The skies above are clear again. Let us sing a song of cheer again Happy days are here again! Altogether shout it now! There's no one who can doubt it now, So let's tell the world about it now Happy days are here again! - o - Me and my girl, meant for each other, Sent for each other, and liking it so. Me and my girl, ‘sno use pretending, We knew the ending a long time ago. Some little church, with a big steeple, Just a few people that both of us know And we'll have love, laughter, Be happy every after, Me and my girl. Your cares and troubles are gone, There'll be no more from now on. Happy days are here again, The skies above are clear again; Let us sing a song of cheer again Happy days are here again. - o - - o - A kiss on the hand may be quite continental, But diamonds are a girl's best friend. A kiss may be grand but it won't pay the rental On your humble flat Or help you at the automat. Men grow cold as girls grow old, And we all lose our charms in the end. Where did you get that hat? Where did you get that tile? Isn't it a nobby one, and just the proper style? I should like to have one just the same as that! Where'er I go they shout, “Hello! Where did you get that hat?” - o - - 2 - If you knew Susie like I know Susie But when you're cryin', you bring on the rain Oh! Oh! Oh! What a girl! There's none so classy as this fair lassie So stop your sighin', be happy again. Keep on smilin', 'cause when you're <ul style="display: flex;"><li style="flex:1">smilin' </li><li style="flex:1">Oh! Oh! Holy moses what a chassis! </li></ul>The whole world smiles with you We went riding she didn't talk From the country I'm the one that had to walk! If you knew Susie like I know Susie - o - Bring me sunshine in your smile, Bring me laughter all the while, In this world where we live there should be more happiness, Oh! Oh! Oh! What a girl! So much joy you can give to each brand new bright tomorrow, Make me happy through the years. Never bring me any tears, Let your arms be as warm as the sun from up above, Bring me fun, bring me sunshine, bring me love, sweet love. Bring me fun, bring me sunshine, bring me love! - o - You are my sunshine, My only sunshine, You make me happy, When skies are grey, You'll never know dear, How much I love you, Please don't take my sunshine away. The other night dear As I lay dreaming, I dreamt that you were by my side. Came disillusion when I awoke dear, It's a bit of a ruin that Cromwell knocked about a bit One that Oliver Cromwell knocked about a bit You were gone and then I cried. In the gay old days there used to be some doings No wonder that the poor old Abbey went to ruins [REPEAT CHORUS] - o - When you're smilin’, When you're smilin’ Those who've studied history sing and shout of it The whole world smiles with you. When you're laughin', And you can bet your life that isn't a doubt of it When you're laughin' The sun comes shinin' through. Outside the Cromwell Arms last Saturday night I was one of the ruins Cromwell knocked about a bit. - 3 - And the dawn comes up like thunder out of China ‘cross the bay. ON THE ROAD TO MADALAY Bag den grå moulmein-pagode Med sit blik mod havets blå Sidder der en Burma-pige, Og kun mig hun tænker på Hvisker palmesuset ikke, Synger templets klokker ej: Kom igen, soldat fra England, Kom igen til Mandalay! AUX CHAMPS-ELYSEES Je m'baladais sur l'avenue le cœur ouvert à l'inconnu J'avais envie de dire bonjour à n'importe qui N'importe qui et ce fut toi, je t'ai <ul style="display: flex;"><li style="flex:1">dit n'importe quoi </li><li style="flex:1">Kom igen til Mandalay, </li></ul>Ad flotillens gamle vej, Husker du pagajens dunken fra Rangoon til Mandalay? Il suffisait de te parler, pour t'apprivoiser Oh, den vej til Manadalay, Fuld af flyvefisk i leg, Og hvor solen brød som torden frem bag Kina-bugtens kaj! Aux Champs-Elysées, aux Champs- Elysées Au soleil, sous la pluie, à midi ou à minuit Il y a tout ce que vous voulez aux Champs-Elysées - o - By the old Moulmein Pagoda Lookin’ eastward to the sea There's a Burma girl a settin’ and I know she thinks of me For the wind is in the palm trees and the temple bells, they say “Come you back, you British soldier - o - Walking down the street today I saw a girl across the way I asked her where she's going And she said, "Come with me" She took me down this avenue Where I met the folks she knew And there we stopped and chatted And passed the time away Come you back to Mandalay Come you back to Mandalay” Come you back to Mandalay Where the old flotilla lay Can't you hear their paddles chunkin' from Rangoon to Mandalay? Down Waterloo Road Down Waterloo Road Friday night Saturday Any night or any day You'll find what you're looking <ul style="display: flex;"><li style="flex:1">for </li><li style="flex:1">On the road to Mandalay where the </li></ul><ul style="display: flex;"><li style="flex:1">flyin' fishes play </li><li style="flex:1">Down Waterloo Road </li></ul>- 4 - <ul style="display: flex;"><li style="flex:1">SITCOM THEME MEDLEY </li><li style="flex:1">And do the holiday rock, </li></ul>The holiday rock, Meet the gang 'cause the boys are here - Hi-de-hi-de-hi, ho-de-ho-de-ho, Go go go do the holiday rock. The boys to entertain you. With music and laughter to help you on your way - To raising the rafters with a hey hey-hey! I said Hi-de-Hi (Ho-de-Ho) I said Hi-de-Hi (Ho-de-Ho) I said Hi-de-Hi (Ho-de-Ho) I said Hi-de-Hi (Ho-de-Ho) Hi-de-hi-de-hi, ho-de-ho-de-ho, Go go go do the holiday rock. With songs and sketches and jokes old and new - With us about you won't feel blue! So meet the gang 'cause the boys are here - The boys to entertain you! B-O, B-O-Y-S - boys to entertain you! - o - What'll I do when you are far away and I am blue? What'll I do? What'll I do when I am wond'ring who is kissing you? What'll I do? What'll I do with just a photograph To tell my troubles to? When I'm alone with only dreams of you - o - Who do you think you are kidding Mister Hitler, If you think we're on the run? We are the boys who will stop your little game, We are the boys who will make you <ul style="display: flex;"><li style="flex:1">think again. </li><li style="flex:1">That won't come true, What'll I do? </li></ul>'Cause who do you think you are kidding Mister Hitler, - o - If you think old England's done? The sound of hoof beats 'cross the glade, Good folk, lock up your son and daughter. Beware the deadly flashing blade, Unless you want to end up shorter. Mister Brown goes off to town on the eight twenty-one, But he comes home each evening and he's ready with his gun. So who do you think you are kidding Mister Hitler, Black Adder, Black Adder! He rides a pitch black steed. Black Adder, Black Adder! He's very bad indeed. If you think old England's done? - o - If you’ve got the blues, I’ve got some news, Join in the fun in your blue suede shoes, - o - A- 5 - They say I might as well face the truth. That I'm just too long in the tooth. I've started to deteriorate And now I've passed my own sell-by date. Stick a pony in me pocket I'll fetch the suitcase from the van Cause if you want the best 'uns And you don't ask questions Then brother I'm your man Where it all comes from is a mystery It's like the changing of the seasons snd the tides of the sea But here’s the one thats driving me berserk: Why do only fools and horses work? Oh I am no spring chicken it's true. I have to pop my teeth in to chew. And my old knees have started to knock. I've just got too many miles on the clock. So I'm a wrinkly, crinkly, set in my ways. La la la la la - la la la la la La la la la la - la la la la la It's true my body as seen better days. But give me half a chance and I can still misbehave. One foot in the grave. We've got some half priced cracked ice And miles and miles of carpet tiles TV's, deep freeze and David Bowie LP's - o - Pool games, gold chains, wosnames and at a push Some Trevor Francis track-suits From a mush in Shepherds Bush, Bush, Bush, Bush, Bush, Bush, Bush, Bush It's cold outside, there's no kind of atmosphere, I'm all alone, more or less. Let me fly, far away from here, Fun, fun, fun, In the sun, sun, sun. No income tax, no VAT I want to lie, shipwrecked and comatose, Drinking fresh, mango juice, Goldfish shoals, nibbling at my toes, No money back, no guarantee Black or white, rich or broke We'll cut prices at a stroke God bless Hooky Street Viva Hooky Street Long live Hooky Street C'est magnifique Hooky Street Magnifique Hooky Street Fun, fun, fun, In the sun, sun, sun, - o - - 6 - <ul style="display: flex;"><li style="flex:1">COCKNEY MUSICALS MEDLEY </li><li style="flex:1">Oh, wouldn't it be loverly? </li></ul>Loverly! Loverly! Loverly! Loverly! Consider yourself at home, Consider yourself one of the family - o - We've taken to you so strong. It's clear we're going to get along. Consider yourself well in, Consider yourself part of the furniture There isn't a lot to spare; Who cares? What ever we've got we share! All lined up in a wedding group 'Ere we are for a photograph All dressed up in a morning suit and trying not to laugh Since the early caveman in his fur Took a trip to Gretna Green There's always been a photographer If it should chance to be we should see some harder days, Empty larder days, why grouse? Always chance we'll meet somebody to foot the bill, Then the drinks are on the house! Consider yourself our mate, We don't want to have no fuss. For after some consideration we can state: To record the happy scene. Hold it, flash, bang, wallop, what a picture What a picture, what a photograph Poor old soul, blimey, what a joke Hat blown off in a cloud of smoke Clap 'ands, stamp yer feet Bangin' on the big bass drum What a picture, what a picture Rum-tiddly-um-pum-um-pum-pum Stick it in your fam'ly album Consider yourself one of us. - o - - o - All I want is a room somewhere, Far away from the cold night air, With one enormous chair; I'm getting married in the morning Ding! Dong! The bells are gonna <ul style="display: flex;"><li style="flex:1">chime. </li><li style="flex:1">Oh, wouldn't it be loverly? </li></ul>Lots of choc'late for me to eat; Lots of coal makin' lot of heat; Warm face, warm hands, warm feet, Oh, wouldn't it be loverly? Pull out the stopper; Let's have a whopper; But get me to the church on time! I’ve gotta be there in the morning Spruced up and looking in my <ul style="display: flex;"><li style="flex:1">prime. </li><li style="flex:1">Oh, so loverly sittin' abso- </li></ul><ul style="display: flex;"><li style="flex:1">bloomin'lutely still! </li><li style="flex:1">Girls, come and kiss me; </li></ul>I would never budge 'til spring crept over the window sill. Someone's head restin' on my knee, Warm and tender as he can be; Who takes good care of me, Show how you'll miss me, But get me to the church on time! If I am dancing, roll up the floor! If I am whistling, whewt me out - 7 - the door! For I'm getting married in the morning Um diddle diddle diddle um diddle ay (x2) Ding! Dong! The bells are gonna chime. Because I was afraid to speak When I was just a lad, <ul style="display: flex;"><li style="flex:1">Kick up a rumpus, </li><li style="flex:1">Me father gave me nose a tweak </li></ul>And told me I was bad! But then one day I learned a word that saved me achin' nose, The biggest word you ever heard And this is how it goes: But don't lose the compass; And get me to the church, Get me to the church, For gawd's sake, get me to the church on time! <ul style="display: flex;"><li style="flex:1">- o - </li><li style="flex:1">[REPEAT CHORUS] </li></ul><ul style="display: flex;"><li style="flex:1">- o - </li><li style="flex:1">They changed our local Palais </li></ul>into a bowling alley and Fings ain't what they used t' be There's Teds wiv drainpipe trousers There's a little ditty They're singing in the city Especially when they've been on the gin or the beer. If you've got the patience, Your own imaginations And Debs in coffee houses and Fings ain't what they used t' be It used to be fun Dad an' old Mum paddling down Southend But now it ain't done Will tell you just exactly what you want to hear... Never mind chum Paris is where we spend our outin's Grandma tries to shock us all Doing knees up rock 'n' roll Fings ain't wot they used t' be Oom-pah-pah! Oom-pah-pah! That's how it goes, Oom-pah-pah! Oom-pah-pah! Ev'ryone knows. They all suppose what they want to suppose When they hear...oom-pah-pah!! - o - Mister Percy Snodgrass Would often have the odd glass, But never when he thought anybody could see. Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious! Even though the sound of it Is something quite atrocious, If you say it loud enough You'll always sound precocious, Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious! Secretly he'd buy it, And drink it on the quiet, And dream he was an Earl wiv a girl on each knee! [REPEAT CHORUS] - 8 -

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