Blood on the Rooftops

Dark and grey, an English film, the Wednesday Play We always watch the Queen on Christmas Day Won't you stay? Though your eyes see shipwrecked sailors you're still dry The outlook's fine though Wales might have some rain Saved again Let's skip the news boy, I'll make some tea The Arabs and the Jews boy, too much for me They get me confused boy, puts me off to sleep And the thing I hate, oh Lord Is staying up late, to watch some debate on some nation's fate Hypnotized by Batman, Tarzan, still surprised You've won the West in time to be our guest Name your prize Drop of wine, glass of beer dear what's the time? The grime on the Tyne is mine, all mine, all mine Five past nine Blood on the rooftops, Venice in the Spring Streets of San Francisco, word from Peking The trouble was started by a young Errol Flynn Better in my day, oh Lord For when we got bored we'd have a World War, happy but poor So let's skip the news boy, I'll go make that tea Blood on the rooftops, too much for me When old Mother Goose stops and they're out for twenty-three Then the rain at Lords stopped play Seems Helen of Troy has found a new face again