In a mansion block named "Primrose"
With constant hot water it's got all it oughta
Behind Victorian windows
But nonetheless, I must confess
I'm looking for something grander -
If you could see it, you'd agree
It's better to be an Overstrander
If one rich hag should like my gags
And drunkenly drag me to bed in Overstrand-
"Stand still while I take your picture!"
I would give her the negatives
If she could deliver the keys of Overstrand
(And then I would evict her)
Oh! To be one of the bourgeoisie
Living in luxury south of the river
I'll flirt and philander
I'll take huge back-handers
I just want to be an Overstrander
If that won't work, I'll lift my shirt
For a certain dirty old man in Overstrand
And I'll see that he is happy!
When he's dead, his will-
Instead of bequeathing it to his in-breds as planned-
Will hand Overstrand to me!
And see that I am happy!
I'll ponce, I'll pander, I'll gerrymander -
I just want to be an Overstrander!
Beware, Miss Clark!
A walk in the park
In winter the darkness can fall so fast
You may lose your way, and slip into the river
No-one will guess that beneath this false chest
There's a gentleman dressed up as you-
I'll fool them all!
The men will call, and I'll make them quiver!
I'll lie, I'll slander, I'll write for The Evening Standard
I just want to be an Overstrander!
...please?
I reside in Prince Of Wales Drive In a mansion block named "Primrose" With constant hot water it's got all it oughta Behind Victorian windows But nonetheless, I must confess I'm looking for something grander - If you could see it, you'd agree It's better to be an Overstrander If one rich hag should like my gags And drunkenly drag me to bed in Overstrand- "Stand still while I take your picture!" I would give her the negatives If she could deliver the keys of Overstrand (And then I would evict her) Oh! To be one of the bourgeoisie Living in luxury south of the river I'll flirt and philander I'll take huge back-handers I just want to be an Overstrander If that won't work, I'll lift my shirt For a certain dirty old man in Overstrand And I'll see that he is happy! When he's dead, his will- Instead of bequeathing it to his in-breds as planned- Will hand Overstrand to me! And see that I am happy! I'll ponce, I'll pander, I'll gerrymander - I just want to be an Overstrander! Beware, Miss Clark! A walk in the park In winter the darkness can fall so fast You may lose your way, and slip into the river No-one will guess that beneath this false chest There's a gentleman dressed up as you- I'll fool them all! The men will call, and I'll make them quiver! I'll lie, I'll slander, I'll write for The Evening Standard I just want to be an Overstrander! ...please? Explain Request ×
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