Words and Music (4)

On this page you will find the words of the last four songs from ‘Hop’ the pigeon

When this lousy war is over

When this lousy war is over,
No more soldiering for me,
When I get my civvy clothes on,
Oh, how happy I shall be!
No more church parades on Sunday,
No more putting in for leave,
I shall kiss the sergeant-major,
How I’ll miss him, how he’ll grieve!

Any old iron, any old iron

Any old iron
Any old iron
Any, any, any old iron
You look sweet
Talk about a treat
You look dapper
From your napper to your feet

Dressed in style
Brand new smile
With your father’s old green tie on
I wouldn’t give you tuppence for your old watch chain
Old iron
Old iron

I’m forever blowing bubbles

I’m forever blowing bubbles,
Pretty bubbles in the air,
They fly so high, nearly reach the sky,
Then like my dreams they fade and die.
Fortune’s always hiding,
I’ve looked everywhere,
I’m forever blowing bubbles,
Pretty bubbles in the air.

Pack up your Troubles / It’s a long way to Tipperary sung together

The Goslings (Frederick Bridge) Sung by ‘Harlequin’

Hop the Pigeon

Here are the rest of the songs from ‘Hop’ the pigeon

I’m gonna wash that man right outa my hair
I’m gonna wash that man right outa my hair
I’m gonna wash that man right outa my hair
I’m gonna wash that man right outa my hair
And send him on his way (Repeat)

Don’t try to patch it up
Tear it up, tear it up!
Wash him out, dry him out,
Push him out, fly him out,
Cancel him … and let him go!
Yea sister!

I’m gonna wash that man right outa my hair
I’m gonna wash that man right outa my hair
I’m gonna wash that man right outa my hair
And send him on his way

Where did you get that hat
Where did you get that tile
Isn’t it a nobby one
And just the proper style
I should like to have one
Just the same as that
Wherever I go they’d shout “Hello”
Where did you get that hat

I’m nothing special, in fact I’m a bit of a bore
If I tell a joke, you’ve probably heard it before
But I have a talent, a wonderful thing
’cause everyone listens when I start to sing
I’m so grateful and proud
All I want is to sing it out loud

So I say
Thank you for the music, the songs I’m singing
Thanks for all the joy they’re bringing
Who can live without it, I ask in all honesty
What would life be?
Without a song or a dance what are we?
So I say thank you for the music
For giving it to me

Mother says I was a dancer before I could walk
She says I began to sing long before I could talk
And I’ve often wondered, how did it all start?
Who found out that nothing can capture a heart
Like a melody can?
Well, whoever it was, I’m a fan