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Rich peopel dont know how to dance or party on the dancefloor
Thats something that you only learn when you are destitute and poor
But come the glorious day just like they had in France
Well string them from the lamposts and watch them bastards dance
By God well watch them bastards dance

Rock on Alexsi

Chorus:
When Father papered the parlour
You couldn’t see him for paste
Dabbing it here! dabbing it there!
Paste and paper everywhere
Mother was stuck to the ceiling
The children stuck to the floor
I never knew a blooming family
So ’stuck up’ before.

The pattern was ‘blue roses’
with its leaves red, white, and brown;
He’d stuck it wrong way up and now,
we all walk upside down.
And when he trimm’d the edging
off the paper with the shears,
The cat got underneath it,
and dad cut off both its ears.
Chorus: Soon dad fell down the stairs
and dropp’d his paperhanger’s can
On little Henrietta sitting there
with her young man,
The paste stuck them together,
as we thought t’would be for life,
We had to fetch the parson in
to make them man and wife.
Chorus:

We’re never going to move away
from that house any more
For Father’s gone and stuck the chairs
and table to the floor,
We can’t find our piano,
though it’s broad and rather tall,
We think that it’s behind the paper
Pa stuck on the wall.
Chorus:

Now, Father’s sticking in the pub,
through treading in the paste,
And all the family’s so upset,
they’ve all gone pasty faced.
While Pa says, now that Ma has spread
the news from north to south,
He wishes he had dropped a blob
of paste in Mother’s mouth.
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