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Musical: Me and My Girl
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William of Hareford is diametrically in reality By all of us it's understood, he'll never make the noble rake theoretically quite opposed That constitutes a gentleman, an English gentleman. And that pathetic'ly, to all that appertains That constitutes a gentleman, an English gentleman. to gentle folk. So we face, with grave dubiety, this sad lack of pure propriety. He's no sense of High Society, the fellow even calls himself a bloke! He takes his food with a horrid zest, he eats one half and he wares the rest! Though it may be true that his blood is blue: It is nothing like as purple as his language! He's rough! He's crude! He's tough! He's rude! By all of us it's understood, he'll never make the noble rake That constitutes a gentleman, an English gentleman! We served him peas and they all shot forth to the east and west, To the south and north! Then he let one fly and it struck the eye of Lady Margaret Leicester! Poor Lady M. What a fearful bore, she's never had a pea in her eye before! He's rough! He's crude! He's tough! (Bill - spoken) : More bleedin' chutney! He's rude! By all of us it's understood, he'll never make the noble rake That constitutes a gentleman, an English gentleman. That constitutes a gentleman, an English gentleman. [Thanks to Allie for lyrics] Back to main page: Me and My Girl Lyrics
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