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30 Apr 08 - 05:44 PM (#2330148) Subject: if you peek in my gazebo lyric From: GUEST,Ian Does anyone have the lyrics to this cockney song? Thanks |
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30 Apr 08 - 08:59 PM (#2330271) Subject: RE: if you peek in my gazebo lyric From: Joe_F I have it on Elsa Lanchester's LP, but it didn't come with texts. I suppose I could copy it off if all else fails.` |
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30 Apr 08 - 11:29 PM (#2330300) Subject: RE: if you peek in my gazebo lyric From: GUEST From memory: "If you peek in my gazebo While you are passing by, You'll see a sight That would delight The most fastidious eye. If you peek in my gazebo, You'll no longer be a free 'bo. And if you don't believe it, Why not try?" A |
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01 May 08 - 04:04 AM (#2330375) Subject: RE: if you peek in my gazebo lyric From: GUEST,ian Thanks Joe F. If nothing comes up here in a day or so I'll ask that favour of you. Send them to apmow@hotmail.com |
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01 May 08 - 09:10 AM (#2330521) Subject: RE: if you peek in my gazebo lyric From: Highlandman Ah, the marvels that failing eyesight brings our way! Scanning down the thread list I somehow did not see the 'k' in 'peek.' Now that's a song I'd like to see the lyrics for! Happy May Day -Glenn |
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01 Jan 12 - 03:44 PM (#3283052) Subject: Lyr Add: IF YOU PEEK IN MY GAZEBO From: Jim Dixon IF YOU PEEK IN MY GAZEBO As sung by Elsa Lanchester on "Songs for a Smoke-Filled Room" (1965?) 1. My father was a banker, the richest man in town. He left me with a fortune, but no mate. Though I've practiced all the wiles employed by ladies of renown, I've gotten no results until of late; So I built myself a summer house, a peek-a-boo affair. A footpath to the village passes near, And any pleasant evening when you are strolling there, This is what you'll hear: CHORUS: If you peek in my gazebo as you are passing by, You will see a sight that will delight the most fastidious eye. If you peek in my gazebo, You'll no longer be a free beau. If you think that you will be, oh, why not try? 2. The village boys go strolling when summer nights are fine, Though what they're looking for, I wouldn't know. The path they choose for strolling on is generally mine, And their steps are very loitering and slow; And then on my latticework I sing my gentle song. It melts most recalcitrant and gruff. It isn't necessary that you hesitate for long. One peek in my gazebo is enough. 3. I've not acquired a husband, but I am reconciled. Devoted friends mean so much more to me. I can't regret the hours so agreeably beguiled In building up my pleasant coterie. No wonder I can hardly wait for dark to come along! At every aperture a boy is found, And as I serenade them, there's just one thing that's wrong: There aren't enough peep-holes to go around. |