| I’m in such a tangle
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| Since a bloke began to dangle
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| All his tainted gold in front of mother’s eyes!
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| He said I’d be secure for life,
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| If I’d only be his wife!
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| Now I’m not goin' to marry
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| And old Tom, Dick, or Harry,
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| It’s me poor but honest state I idolise!
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| But mother says that I should wed
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| Old Mister Moneybags instead!
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| Although me heart is free
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| And money’s tempting me,
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| I’m crazy on me sweetheart Dave!
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| Shall I be an old man’s darling,
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| Or shall I be a young man’s slave?
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| The old man may be bent,
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| But he can pay the rent!
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| But can he buy the love I crave?
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| Shall I be an old man’s darling,
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| Or shall I be a young man’s slave?
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| David, David, dearest darling David,
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| Don’t let filthy lucre come between us!
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| David, David, make some money David,
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| If you don’t you’ll lose your little Venus!
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| Now shall I sell me soul,
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| Or shall I draw the dole
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| And go without me permanent wave?
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| Shall I be an old man’s darling,
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| Or shall I be a young man’s slave?
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| Mother keeps on nagging all day long;
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| Her tongue is waggin',
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| Says that love is just a lot of tommy rot!
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| «Better wed for wealth and ease,
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| Love develops housemaid’s knees!
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| You’ll slave just like a nigger
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| And you’ll lose your lovely figure
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| And the beautiful proportions that you’ve got!».
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| Well maybe I could do much worse
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| Than be a Rip Van Winkle’s nurse!
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| David, David, dearest darling David,
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| Save me from this wicked monster’s clutches!
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| David, D-d-d-david, Get a move on David
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| If you don’t I’ll slosh him with his crutches!
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| I wouldn’t care two pins
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| If only I was twins,
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| I wouldn’t have to misbehave!
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| 'Cause one could be the old man’s darling,
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| But I should be the young man’s slave!
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| Hoo-hoo-hoo, yes I would and all!
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| I don’t like old me,
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| I much prefer young men,
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| Don’t you? |