Bell Bottom Trousers

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Singing the bell bottom trousers, Coat of navy-blue
Let him climb the rigging Like his daddy used to do

Once there was a waitress In the Prince George Hotel
Her mistress was a lady And her master was a swell
They knew she was a simple girl And lately from the farm
And so they kept a careful eye on her To keep her safe from harm

Singing the bell bottom trousers, Coat of navy-blue
Let him climb the rigging Like his daddy used to do

The Forty Second Fusiliers Came marching into town
And with them came a complement Of rapists of renown
Many a maid a mistress and wife before them fell
But they never made the waitress From the Prince George Hotel

Singing the bell bottom trousers, Coat of navy-blue
Let him climb the rigging Like his daddy used to do

One day there came a sailor. Just an ordinary bloke
A bulging at the trousers. With a heart of solid oak
At sea without a woman For seven years or more
There wasn't any need to ask What he was looking for

Singing the bell bottom trousers, Coat of navy-blue
Let him climb the rigging Like his daddy used to do

He asked her for a candlestick To light his way to bed
He asked her for a pillow To rest his weary head
And speaking to her gently. Just as if he meant no harm
He asked her if she'd come to bed Just so's to keep him warm

Singing the bell bottom trousers, Coat of navy-blue
Let him climb the rigging Like his daddy used to do

She lifted up the blanket And a moment there did lie
He was on her. He was in her In the twinkling of an eye
He was out again. and in again. And plowing up a storm
And the only words she said to him: "I hope you're keeping warm."

Singing the bell bottom trousers, Coat of navy-blue
Let him climb the rigging Like his daddy used to do

Then early in the morning The sailor he arose
Saying here's a two pound note. My dear, for the damage I have done
If you have a daughter. Bounce her on your knee
If you have a son. Send the blighter out to sea

Singing the bell bottom trousers, Coat of navy-blue
Let him climb the rigging Like his daddy used to do

Now she sits beside the dock, a baby on her knee
Waiting for the sailing ships a-comin' home from sea
Waiting for the jolly tars in navy uniforms
And all she wants to do, my boys, is keep the Navy warm

Singing the bell bottom trousers, Coat of navy-blue
Let him climb the rigging Like his daddy used to do

Singing the bell bottom trousers, Coat of navy-blue
Let him climb the rigging Like his daddy used to do

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