| At Madam Plum's |
|---|
| Just outside this window |
| Blood might get on your shoes |
| Please don’t track it in though |
| Thank you |
| We’ve all read the news |
| Outside, it’s drums and trumpets |
| But here, it’s tea and crumpets |
| Here at madam plum’s |
| Where everybody comes |
| We watch the world decay |
| And dance the night away |
| Here at madam plum’s |
| Their trumpets and their drums |
| Are hardly ever heard |
| And war is just a word |
| It may be raining fire |
| But here, we don’t enquire |
| We find it necessary |
| To take a spot of sherry |
| And so we find a very |
| Secluded sanctuary |
| Way down in the slums |
| We step over the bums |
| Behind the liquor store |
| To find the hidden door |
| Down at madam plum’s |
| We spend fantastic sums |
| And all our idle hours |
| Admiring the flowers |
| Here at madam plum’s |
| We grow chrysanthemums |
| Of every size and kind |
| However you’re inclined… |
| Here at madam plum’s |
| Where everybody comes |
| We watch the world decay |
| And dance the night away |
| Here at madam plum’s |
| Their trumpets and their drums |
| Are hardly every heard |
| And war is just a word |
