Come along in, you welcome stranger

Publié le par Tzvetan Liétard

Chanson entendue a capella dans Tomorrow’s Saturday de Michael Grigsby et trouvée nulle part ailleurs sur Internet. En attendant de savoir qui la chante, en voici les mots.

Come along in, you welcome stranger,
Come along in
Come along in to our back yard
Where your bottom gets cold when the wind blows hard
Come along in

What makes a man stay away from his wife when the streets are empty ?
What makes a wife turn dowdy when she’s turned twenty ?
It’s the whole bloody boredom of life, and you know it’s the truth
Come along in

I wish I was down by the sea with the sun on my face
Where there’s no bloody smoke, for it’s no bloody joke
When you hang out your drawers on the line
And the smut on the grime gets at’em
Come along in

You know, a young fella puts up for MP
Well, he chattered so hard that he convinced me
Sitting so pretty know we don’t see his face
Maybe thinks London’s a much better place
Come along in

Come along in, you welcome stranger,
Come along in
Come along in to our back yard
Where your bottom gets cold when the wind blows hard
Come along in

 

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