Oscar Brand
Oscar Brand - Seven Old Ladies lyrics
Your rating:
Oh, dear, what can the matter be Seven old ladies locked in the lavatory They were there from Sunday to Saturday Nobody knew they were there The first was the wife of a deacon in Dover And though she was known as a bit of a rover She liked it so much that she thought she'd stay over And nobody knew she was there Oh, dear, what can the matter be Seven old ladies locked in the lavatory They were there from Sunday to Saturday Nobody knew they were there The next was an athletic lady named Murdell Hang over the like a steeplechase The glasses Bobody knew she was there Oh, dear, what can the matter be Seven old ladies locked in the lavatory They were there from Sunday to Saturday Nobody knew they were there The next old lady was Abigail Humphrey Who settled inside to make herself comfy And then she found out she could not get her bum free And nobody knew she was there Oh, dear, what can the matter be Seven old ladies locked in the lavatory They were there from Sunday to Saturday Nobody knew they were there The next old lady was old Mrs. Bickle Who found herself caught in a desperate pickle She stuck in a pay booth, she hadn't a nickel And nobody knew she was there Oh, dear, what can the matter be Seven old ladies locked in the lavatory They were there from Sunday to Saturday Nobody knew they were there The next was the Bishop of Chichester's daughter Who went in to pass some superfluous water She pulled on the chain and the rising tide caught her And nobody knew she was there Oh, dear, what can the matter be Seven old ladies locked in the lavatory They were there from Sunday to Saturday Nobody knew they were there The next old lady, Elizabeth Spender Who was doing all right 'til a vagrant suspender Got all twisted up in her feminine gender And nobody knew she was there Oh, dear, what can the matter be Seven old ladies locked in the lavatory They were there from Sunday to Saturday Nobody knew they were there The last was a lady named Jennifer Kim She always sat down on a personal whim, But she somehow got stuck twixt the bowl and the rim And nobody knew she was there Oh, dear, what can the matter be Seven old ladies locked in the lavatory They were there from Sunday to Saturday Nobody knew they were there