Streams
Tags
Verwandte Songs (related songs)
Song «Burlington Bertie from Bow» von Ella Shields.
Fakten
Veröffentlichungsdaten: 1916 11 (Single)
Label: Regal G 7037
Songwriter William Hargreaves
Produktion:
Genre: Traditionalpop - Varieteepop - Musichall
Annotationen
Diese Song muss noch annotiert werden.
Personen und Querverweise
Ella Shields
William Hargreaves
Lyrics
I'm Bert, p'raps you've heard of me Bert, you've had word of me Jogging along, happy and strong Living on plates of fresh air I dress up in fashion And when I am feeling depressed I shave from my cuff All the whiskers and fluff Stick my hat on and toddle up west I'm Burlington Bertie I rise at ten-thirty Then saunter along like a toff I walk down the Strand With my gloves on my hand Then I walk down again with them off I'm all airs and graces Correct easy paces So long without food I forgot where my face is I'm Bert, Bert, I haven't a shirt But my people are well off you know Nearly everyone knows me From Smith to Lord Rosebery I'm Burlington Bertie from Bow I stroll with Lord Hurlington Roll in the Burlington Call for champagne Walk out again Come back and borrow the ink I live most expensive Like Tom Lipton I'm in the swim He's got so much oof That he sleeps on the roof And I sleep in the room over him I'm Burlington Bertie I rise at ten-thirty Then toddle along Temple Bar As round there I skip I keep shouting 'Pip pip!' And the darned fools think I'm in my car At Rothschild's I swank it My body I plank it On his front door step With the Mail for a blanket I'm Bert, Bert, and Rothschild was hurt He said 'You can't sleep there' I said 'Oh?' He said 'I'm Rothschild sonny!' I said 'That's damned funny 'I'm Burlington Bertie from Bow!' My pose, though ironical Shows that my monocle Holds up my face Keeps it in place Stops it from slipping away Cigars? Ha, cigars I've smoked thousands I usually deal in The Strand But you've got to take care When you're getting them there Or some idiot might stand on your hand I'm Burlington Bertie I rise at ten-thirty Then Buckingham Palace I view I stand in the yard While they're changing the guard And the King shouts across 'Toodle-oo' The Prince of Wales' brother Along with some other Slaps me on the back And says 'Come and see mother' I'm Bert, Bert, and royalty's hurt When they ask me to dine I say no I've just had a banana With Lady Diana I'm Burlington Bertie from Bow