GOSSIP CALYPSO
Bernard Cribbins

CHORUS: Gossip calypso, Gossip calypso,
Hear all about it! Yak-a-yak-yak.
Every woman up at the window
Giving out the gossip and getting it back.

Oh, Mrs Brown, well how are you now? I tell you,
I've had a shocking time with Ern and his stomach.
Don't talk to me, my Charlie has gone
And fallen down the stairs again, saints preserve us!
Poor old chap, did he hurt himself?
Well, not as much as Alf—that's my cousin Fred's boy—
I learnt from Fred, the doctor said,
He'll have to have his kneecaps straight, cor blimey! Singing—CHORUS

Mrs Booze, have you heard the news? That woman,
You know the very fat one down at the corner,
Climbed in a truck, got stuck, they think that
They never gonna get her out. Do tell me!
Well I had a feller round and gave him a pound,
To free her with an oxyacetylene welder.
Must send along some books; it looks like
She's gonna be there quite some time, cor blimey! Singing—CHORUS

Oh, Mrs Ware, I do like your hair. who does it?
I go to Madame Pom-Pom round by the gas works.
With all that fruit, it looks so cute,
I can't believe it's really you, like a film star.
Have you heard dear, a little bird
Has told me Mrs Tate's expecting her seventh.
Well glory be, that's three
She's had since Lenny had his tonsils out, cor blimey! Singing—CHORUS

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