Unknown Artists/Songs On Muzikum
Unknown Artists/Songs On Muzikum - Four Prominent Bastards (gezongen door/sung by Dutch Treat Quartet) songtekst
Je score:
(The banker:) I'm an autocratic figure in these democratic states I'm a dandy demonstration of hereditary traits As the children of the baker bake the most delicious breads As the sons of Casanova fill the most exclusive beds As the Barrymores, the Roosevelts, and others I could name Inherited the talents that perpetuate their fame My position in the structure of society I owe To the qualities my parents bequeathed me long ago My pappy was a gentleman and musical to boot He used to play piano in a house of ill repute The madam was a lady and a credit to her cult She enjoyed my pappy's playing, and I was the result So my mammy and my pappy are the ones I have to thank That I'm chairman of the board of the National County Bank Oh, our parents forgot to get married Oh, our parents forgot to get wed Did a wedding bell chime, that was always a time When our parents were somewhere in bed Oh, thanks to our true loving parents We are kings in the land of the free Your banker, your broker, your Washington joker Four prominent bastards are we, tralalala Four prominent bastards are we (The broker:) In a cozy little farmhouse, in a cozy little dell A dear, old-fashioned farmer and his daughter used to dwell She was pretty, she was charming, she was tender, she was mild And her sympathies were such that she was frequently with child The year her hospitality attained a record high She became the happy mammy of an infant, which was I Whenever she was gloomy, I could always make her grin By childishly inquiring who my pappy would have been The hired man was favored by the girls in mammy's set And a traveling man from Scranton was an even-money bet But such were mammy's motives, and such was her allure That even Roger Babson wasn't altogether sure Well, I took my mammy's morals, and I took my pappy's crust And I grew to be the founder of a big investment trust Oh, our parents forgot to get married Oh, our parents forgot to get wed Did a wedding bell chime, that was always a time When our parents were somewhere in bed Oh, thanks to our true loving parents We are kings in the land of the free Your banker, your broker, your Washington joker Four prominent bastards are we, tralalala Four prominent bastards are we (The senator:) On a lonesome southern chain gang on a dusty southern road My late lamented daddy made his permanent abode Now some were there for stealing, but daddy's only fault Was an overwhelming weakness for criminal assault His philosophy was simple and free from moral tape: Seduction is for sissies -- a he-man wants his rape Daddy's total list of victims was embarrasingly rich And though one of them was mammy, he couldn't tell me which Well, I didn't go to college, but I got me a degree I reckon I'm the model of a perfect S.O.B. I'm a debit to my country, but a credit to my dad I'm the most expensive senator the nation ever had I remember daddy's warning that raping is a crime Unless you rape the voters a million at a time Oh, our parents forgot to get married Oh, our parents forgot to get wed Did a wedding bell chime, that was always a time When our parents were somewhere in bed (You and I:) I'm an ordinary figure in these democratic states A pathetic demonstration of hereditary traits As the children of the cops possess the flattest kind of feet And the daughter of a floosy has a wiggle to her seat My position at the bottom of society I owe To the qualities my parents bequeathed me long ago My father was a married man, and what is even more He was married to my mother, a fact that I deplore I was born in holy wedlock; consequently by and by I was rooked by every bastard with plunder in his eye I invested, I deposited, I voted every fall, And if I saved a penny, the bastards took it all At last I've learned my lesson and I'm on the proper track I'm a self-appointed bastard, and I'm going to get it back Oh, our parents forgot to get married Oh, our parents forgot to get wed Did a wedding bell chime, that was always a time When our parents were somewhere in bed Oh, thanks to our true loving parents We are kings in the land of the free Your banker, your broker, your Washington joker Four prominent bastards are we, tralalala Four prominent bastards are we