Bumbershoot

  Bumbershoot:  Lyrics:

There's a yearning in the heart of this young lady,

Alone, so very far away from home.

Across the big old pond to foggy London,

To sing this little tune for you again.

There's a burning in the heart,

Of this young bosom.

For a pleasure even treasured by the Queen,

Yes, Victoria herself has a few upon her shelf,

But my brolly is the best I've seen.

Bumbershoot, bumbershoot,

Strolling along with my bumbershoot.

Rain or shine, it's divine It simply can't be beat.

Bumbershoot, bumbershoot,

<p style="text-align:center;">Nothing compares to my bumbershoot.

<p style="text-align:center;">Silk and lace,

<p style="text-align:center;">Class and grace,

<p style="text-align:center;">My bumbershoot's a treat.

<p style="text-align:center;">Bumbershoot, bumbershoot,

<p style="text-align:center;">Wonderful, fun-derful bumbershoot In the park,

<p style="text-align:center;">On a lark My gamp is tried and true.

<p style="text-align:center;">Bumbershoot, bumbershoot,

<p style="text-align:center;">Who needs a man with a bumbershoot?

<p style="text-align:center;">Good for walks, never talks,

<p style="text-align:center;">And goes in a stand when I'm through.

<p style="text-align:center;">Whoo!

<p style="text-align:center;">Mwah!