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Behold in me the skin of a Spanish onion I sing ta ta with my guitar My Father was a nut from Barcelon-i-a And so was my Ma - so there you are Oh you ought to see me in the arena I smack the bulls and break their skulls I've got medals and things from Princess Ena For being a ‘flier' and a bit of a ‘story'. Chorus: Plink plonk Plink plonk, don't go to the bar Plink plonk Plink plonk, please stay where you are You'll hear me plink. You'll hear me plonk and then you'll shout, “Hip-Hip-Hoorah” And you'll wish that I was strangled with the strings of my guitar. I used to be a brigand on the mountains U-lay-a-tee. U-lay-a-too You've heard about the bandy-legged ‘ero Well, that was me. Excelsior You ought to see me dance the old fandango I go like this, I go like that All the other Spaniards take their clogs off Refuse to dance. They've got no chance. Chorus: Plink plonk Plink plonk. Kubelik is grand Plink plonk Plink plonk, so is Sousa's band They all can plink, they all can plonk but I have licked them all so far I defy Lloyd George and Hackenschmidt to plonk on my guitar. When King Alphonse saw me in the bullring He screamed, ‘Poloose'. That means police He sent for all his pals, the Kings of Europe To see me beat the potted meat Said I, “Why don't you send your bulls and cows out?” Tar-rah-tar-or Excelsior When I kicked a couple of bullocks brains out Then all the Kings said pretty things. Chorus: Plink, plonk, plink, plonk, the Sultan and the Shah Plink, plonk, plink, plonk, they shouted out Hoorah My head was swelled with expectations of a medal with a bar But all they pinned upon my chest was this rotten old guitar. |
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Performed by George Formby Sr. (1875-1921) | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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