close

 
paddyroberts

Ballad of Bethnal Green
by Paddy Roberts



La-lasagna
La-lasagna

I'll tell a tale of a jealous male and a maid of sweet sixteen
She was blond and dumb and she lived with her Mum
On the fringe of Bethnal Green
She worked all week for a rich old Greek
For her Dad was on the dole
And her one delight on a Friday night
Was when she had a little rock and roll.

Chorus To my rit-fal-dal, to my itty-fal-lal
To my itty-bitty-fal-dal day.

Then one fine day in the Month of May she found her big romance
He was tall and sleek, with a scar on his cheek
And a pair of drainpipe pants
And she thought ‘with you, I could be so true,
Through all the years to come’
For she loved the gay abandoned way
He chewed his chewing-gum.

Chorus

It started well because he fell for all her girlish charms
But he had some doubt when he caught her out
In someone else’s arms
So he said, “Look here, you know my dear,
This is going a bit too far
And he went quite white and he sloshed her right
In the middle of her cha-cha-cha.

Chorus

So he went before a man of the law who said, “This will not do
I’ve had enough of sort kind of stuff
I get from the likes of you.”
And she was peeved when he received
A longish term in clink
In a fit of pique she married the Greek
And now she’s dressed in mink.
---
Lyrics submitted by Stephen Monumen.

---
Lyrics powered by LyricFind
written by P. ROBERTS
Lyrics © HOLLIS MUSIC INC C/O THE RICHMOND ORGANIZATION