Lyr Req: If You Peek in My Gazebo

Subject: if you peek in my gazebo lyric
From: GUEST,Ian
Date: 30 Apr 08 - 05:44 PM

Does anyone have the lyrics to this cockney song?
Thanks

Subject: RE: if you peek in my gazebo lyric
From: Joe_F
Date: 30 Apr 08 - 08:59 PM

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.`

Subject: RE: if you peek in my gazebo lyric
From: GUEST
Date: 30 Apr 08 - 11:29 PM

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

Subject: RE: if you peek in my gazebo lyric
From: GUEST,ian
Date: 01 May 08 - 04:04 AM

Thanks Joe F. If nothing comes up here in a day or so I'll ask that favour of you. Send them to [e-mail]

Subject: RE: if you peek in my gazebo lyric
From: Highlandman
Date: 01 May 08 - 09:10 AM

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

Subject: Lyr Add: IF YOU PEEK IN MY GAZEBO
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 01 Jan 12 - 03:44 PM

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.