Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Burlington Bertie From Bow (from "Star!"), artist - Julie Andrews. Album song Broadway Classics, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 30.06.2011
Record label: Master Classics
Song language: English
Burlington Bertie From Bow (from "Star!") |
I’m Bert, p’raps you’ve heard of me |
Bert, you’ve had word of me |
Jogging along, hearty and strong |
Living on plates of fresh air |
I dress up in fashion |
And when I am feeling depressed |
I shave from my cuff all the whiskers and fluff |
Stick my hat on and toddle up West |
I’m Burlington Bertie, I rise at ten thirty |
And saunter along like a toff |
I walk down the Strand with my gloves on my hand |
Then I walk down again with them off |
I’m all airs and graces, correct easy paces |
Without food so long I’ve forgot where my face is |
I’m Bert, Bert, I haven’t a shirt |
But my people are well off you know |
Nearly everyone knows me from Smith to Lord Rosebr’y |
I’m Burlington Bertie from Bow |
I stroll with Lord Hurlington |
Roll in The Burlington |
Call for Champagne, walk out again |
Come back and borrow the ink |
I live most expensive |
Like Tom Lipton I’m in the swim |
He’s got so much 'oof', he sleeps on the roof |
And I live in the room over him |
I’m Burlington Bertie, I rise at ten thirty |
And saunter along Temple Bar |
As round there I skip |
I keep shouting 'Pip Pip!' |
And the darn’d fools think I’m in my car |
At Rothchilds I swank it |
My body I plank it |
On his front door step with 'The Mail' for a blanket |
I’m Bert, Bert, and Rothchild was hurt |
He said ' You can’t sleep there' I said 'Oh' |
He said 'I'm Rothchild sonny!' |
I said 'That's damn’d funny |
I’m Burlington Bertie from Bow' |
I smile condescendingly |
While they’re extending me |
Cheer upon cheer when I appear |
Captain with my polo team |
So strict are my people |
They’re William the Conqueror’s strain |
If they ever knew I’d been talking to you |
Why they’d never look at me again |
I’m Burlington Bertie, I rise at ten thirty |
And reach Kempton park around three |
I stand by the rail, when a horse is for sale |
And you ought to see Wooton watch me |
I lean on some awning while Lord Derby’s yawning |
Then he bids two thousand and I bid Good Morning |
I’m Bert, Bert, I’d buy one, a cert |
But where would I keep it you know |
I can’t let my man see me in bed with a gee-gee |
I’m Burlington Bertie from Bow! |
My pose, Tho' ironical |
Shows that my monocle |
Holds up my face, keeps it in place |
Stops it from slipping away |
Cigars, I smoke thousands |
I usually deal in The Strand |
But you’ve got to take care when you’re getting them there |
Or some idiot might stand on your hand |
I’m Burlington Bertie, I rise at ten thirty |
And Buckingham Palace I view |
I stand in the yard while they’re changing the guard |
And the queen shouts across «Toodle oo»! |
The Prince of Wales' brother along with some other |
Slaps me on the back and says «Come and see Mother» |
But I’m Bert, Bert, and Royalty’s hurt |
When they ask me to dine I say no |
I’ve just had a banana with Lady Diana |
I’m Burlington Bertie from Bow |