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22 Apr 06 - 08:57 PM (#1724981) Subject: Lyr Add: A PROPER LITTLE GENT (Dave Goulder) From: Stewie Here are the lyrics to a delightful song based on the antics of Rev Harold Davidson, Rector of Stiffkey, Norfolk. The saga of this infamous cleric are worthy of Monty Python - it would be difficult to make this stuff up. If you would like to read more about Harold, go to this link: Harold Davidson. The BBC piece is probably closer to the real facts, but 'Antics in Eden' is a great read. A PROPER LITTLE GENT (Dave Goulder) Well, the Reverend Harold Davidson was a proper little gent As vicar to the parish church in Stiffkey he was sent In his youth he did engage in performing on the stage But his eyes were on the Hippodrome in London So every Monday morning, well the taxi would be there The discontented driver tried in vain to get his fare But, time and time again, he took the vicar to the train For the ladies at the Hippodrome in London Well, he'd walk round Piccadilly with a sixpenny cigar And go looking for the ladies who had travelled from afar With ambition and a case, to try and get a place In the chorus at the Hippodrome in London Well, he'd stop them in the street to ply his missionary zeal Then into Lyons' corner house for a cuppa and a meal And invite them for a chat to the bedroom of his flat And two tickets for the Hippodrome in London But his motives were immaculate, he was an honest man His parishioners and landladies just didn't understand He was not a dirty sod, this eccentric man of God He was stage struck for the Hippodrome in London His unusual behaviour did not please the Stiffkey flock They petitioned to the bishop for removal of his frock And the bishop set the date, but the vicar turned up late He was busy at the Hippodrome in London He was tried, condemned and sentenced long before the date came round Though not a shred of evidence to damn him could be found But the gossips in the street had his trousers round his feet And they threw him to the Hippodrome in London Now a lesser man than Harold would have left things as they were And gone to live in Glasgow, grown a beard and dyed his hair But he didn't do his nut, he invested in a hut And he set it on the Golden Mile at Blackpool And he walked along the promenade in his clergyman's attire And to all who would inquire, he'd say that the bishop was a liar And he'd tell the world with every breath that he swore he'd starve himself to death And he'd do it on the Golden Mile at Blackpool So he bought himself a barrel and he placed himself inside With a sixpenny cigar, prepared to smoke until he died But the council called it sin, told the police to pull him in And take him off the Golden Mile at Blackpool For trying to engineer his own destruction he was charged But he ate and drank so hearty, he was very soon at large They refused to play his game for publicity and fame And returned him to the Golden Mile at Blackpool So he joined a two-man circus with two lions in a cage One called Freddie, one called Toto, both of venerable age And the show enjoyed success on the seafront at Skegness And Harold left the Golden Mile at Blackpool It was at one fatal show that Harold trod on Toto's tail She gave a cry for help and Fearless Freddie did not fail And he turned for the applause with the vicar in his jaws The vicar from the Golden Mile at Blackpool Well his name became the plaything of contemporary fashion But if his story should be told, please tell it with compassion He was proper little gent, you can read the testament Of the ladies at the Hippodrome in London Source: transcription from Dave Goulder 'Stone, Steam and Starlings' Harbour Town Records HARCD 017. --Stewie. |
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23 Apr 06 - 07:57 PM (#1725655) Subject: RE: Lyr Add: A Proper Little Gent (Dave Goulder) From: McGrath of Harlow It's time someone posted something about Dave Goulder. Best known song is the January Man, but he's written a whole bunch of lovely songs. |