Oom-Pah-Pah
Ladies and gentlemen
Ladies and gentlemen
Presenting us all
I call upon our very great inventors
To give us a well named rendition
The old school song oom-pah-pah
All right, alright, alright, calm down
A little bit of hush now
Listen up now
There's a little ditty
They're singing in the city
Especially when they've been on the gin or the beer
If you've got the patience
Your own imaginations, will tell you just exactly what you want to hear
Oom-pah-pah, oom-pah-pah
That's how it goes
Oom-pah-pah, oom-pah-pah
Everyone knows
They all suppose what they want to suppose
When they hear, oom-pah-pah
Mr. Potty Snowglass, would often have the odd glass
But never when he thought anybody could see
Secretly he'd buy it and drink it on the quiet
And dream he was an Earl with a girl on each knee
Oom-pah-pah, oom-pah-pah
That's how it goes
Oom-pah-pah, oom-pah-pah
Everyone knows
What is the cause of his red shiny nose?
Can it be oom-pah-pah?
Pretty little Sally goes walking down the alley
Displays her pretty ankles to all of the men
They could see her garters but not for free and gratis
An inch or two, and then she knows when to say when
Oom-pah-pah, oom-pah-pah
That's how it goes
Oom-pah-pah, oom-pah-pah
Everyone knows
Whether it's hidden, or whether it shows
It's the same oom-pah-pah
She was from the country
But now she's up a gum tree
She let a feller feeder, then leader along
What's the good, oh crying?
She's made a bed to lie in
She's glad to bring the coin in and join in this song
Oom-pah-pah, oom-pah-pah
That's how it goes
Oom-pah-pah, oom-pah-pah
Everyone knows
She is no longer the same blushing rose
Ever since oom-pah-pah
Oom-pah-pah, oom-pah-pah
Oom-pah-pah, oom-pah-pah
Oom-pah-pah, oom-pah-pah
Oom-pah-pah, oom-pah-pah
Oom-pah-pah, oom-pah-pah
Oom-pah-pah, oom-pah-pah
Oom-pah-pah, oom-pah-pah
Oom-pah-pah, oom-pah-pah
There's a little ditty
They're singing in the city
Espeshly when they've been on the gin or the beer
If you've got the patience
Your own imaginations will tell you just exactly what you want to hear
Oom-pah-pah, oom-pah-pah
That's how it goes
Oom-pah-pah, oom-pah-pah
Everyone knows
They all suppose what they want to suppose
When they hear oom-pah-pah, yeah
Ladies and gentlemen
Presenting us all
I call upon our very great inventors
To give us a well named rendition
The old school song oom-pah-pah
All right, alright, alright, calm down
A little bit of hush now
Listen up now
There's a little ditty
They're singing in the city
Especially when they've been on the gin or the beer
If you've got the patience
Your own imaginations, will tell you just exactly what you want to hear
Oom-pah-pah, oom-pah-pah
That's how it goes
Oom-pah-pah, oom-pah-pah
Everyone knows
They all suppose what they want to suppose
When they hear, oom-pah-pah
Mr. Potty Snowglass, would often have the odd glass
But never when he thought anybody could see
Secretly he'd buy it and drink it on the quiet
And dream he was an Earl with a girl on each knee
Oom-pah-pah, oom-pah-pah
That's how it goes
Oom-pah-pah, oom-pah-pah
Everyone knows
What is the cause of his red shiny nose?
Can it be oom-pah-pah?
Pretty little Sally goes walking down the alley
Displays her pretty ankles to all of the men
They could see her garters but not for free and gratis
An inch or two, and then she knows when to say when
Oom-pah-pah, oom-pah-pah
That's how it goes
Oom-pah-pah, oom-pah-pah
Everyone knows
Whether it's hidden, or whether it shows
It's the same oom-pah-pah
She was from the country
But now she's up a gum tree
She let a feller feeder, then leader along
What's the good, oh crying?
She's made a bed to lie in
She's glad to bring the coin in and join in this song
Oom-pah-pah, oom-pah-pah
That's how it goes
Oom-pah-pah, oom-pah-pah
Everyone knows
She is no longer the same blushing rose
Ever since oom-pah-pah
Oom-pah-pah, oom-pah-pah
Oom-pah-pah, oom-pah-pah
Oom-pah-pah, oom-pah-pah
Oom-pah-pah, oom-pah-pah
Oom-pah-pah, oom-pah-pah
Oom-pah-pah, oom-pah-pah
Oom-pah-pah, oom-pah-pah
Oom-pah-pah, oom-pah-pah
There's a little ditty
They're singing in the city
Espeshly when they've been on the gin or the beer
If you've got the patience
Your own imaginations will tell you just exactly what you want to hear
Oom-pah-pah, oom-pah-pah
That's how it goes
Oom-pah-pah, oom-pah-pah
Everyone knows
They all suppose what they want to suppose
When they hear oom-pah-pah, yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Lionel Bart
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