Lyr Add: Let's All Go Posh (from Gracie Fields)

Subject: Lyr Add: LET'S ALL GO POSH (from Gracie Fields)
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 20 Mar 11 - 03:35 PM

You can hear or download this song at The Internet Archive. It's song #9 on that page. Here's my transcription. Note that there are a few gaps where I couldn't understand the words. Please help supply the missing words, or any other corrections, if you can.


LET'S ALL GO POSH
Words and music by Tolchard Evans, Harry Tilsley, Stanley J. Damerell, & Robert Hargreaves
As sung by Gracie Fields, 1932

SPOKEN: I'm going to change me ways, now. I'm gonna go proper posh. Listen in:

I say, I say, a great idea has struck me,
And though you might think me a silly ass,
I say, I say, why not us all be 'igh-brow?
Why must we be so beastly middle-class?

Let's all be upper-tennish. Let's all go posh.
Let's all be quite Park-Lane-ish. Let's all go posh.
Get the Oxford accent, which means
You talk as though your mouth were full of pork an' beans.
Let's all be Rollsy-Roycey. Let's all go posh.
Let's include our necks each time we wash.
Let us call our mothers "maters."
Let us call our fathers "paters."
Let's cut out fried fish an' taters.
Let's all go posh.

I say, I say, let's get the social complex,
And do the same as 'igh society.
I say, I say, why not be highfalutin?
It's well worth sacrificing shrimps for tea.

Let's all be upper-classy. Let's all go posh.
Let's all be bored and blasé. Let's all go posh.
Let's be like the nobs in Park Lane,
[Who] look upon your face as though you were insane.
Let's all be so well-offish. Let's all go posh.
Send an extra dress shirt to the wash.
Let us murmur of the motor,
Shudder when we see a bloater.
Let's dash out and buy a boater.
Let's all go posh.

Let's all be deucéd ... Let's all go posh.
Let's all be ... Let's all go posh.
Let us have that public-school air
That seems to grace the sons of Borstal ev'rywhere.
Let's call our tea late dinner. Let's all go posh.
Talk of cocktails, not lemon squash.
Watch your table ettiqwetty.
Never talk to Lady Betty
With your mouth full of spaghetti.
Let's all go posh.