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Vic Reeves
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Don't Put Your Daughter on the Stage Mrs. Worthington
Regarding yours, dear Mrs. Worthington, Of Wednesday the 23rd, Although your baby May be, Keen on a stage career, How can I make it clear, That this in not a good idea. For her to hope, Dear Mrs. Worthington, Is on the face of it absurd, Her personality Is not in reality Inviting enough, Exciting enough For this particular sphere.
Refrain 1
Don't put your daughter on the stage, Mrs. Worthington, Don't put your daughter on the stage, The profession is overcrowded And the struggle's pretty tough And admitting the fact She's burning to act, That isn't quite enough. She has nice hands, to give the wretched girl her due, But don't you think her bust is too Developed for her age? I repeat Mrs. Worthington, Sweet Mrs. Worthington, Don't put your daughter on the stage.
Refrain 2
Don't put your daughter on the stage, Mrs. Worthington, Don't put your daughter on the stage, She's a bit of an ugly duckling You must honestly confess, And the width of her seat Would surely defeat Her chances of success, It's a loud voice, and though it's not exactly flat, She'll need a little more than that To earn a living wage. 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 On my knees, Mrs. Worthington, Please Mrs. Worthington, Don't put your daughter on the stage.
Refrain 3
Don't put your daughter on the stage, Mrs. Worthington, Don't put your daughter on the stage, Though they said at the school of acting She was lovely as Peer Gynt, I'm afraid on the whole An ingénue role Would emphasize her squint, She's a big girl, and though her teeth are fairly good She's not the type I ever would Be eager to engage, No more buts, Mrs. Worthington, NUTS, Mrs. Worthington, Don't put your daughter on the stage.
(Song normally ends here, but there is another refrain)
Refrain 4
Don't put your daughter on the stage, Mrs. Worthington, Don't put your daughter on the stage, One look at her bandy legs should prove She hasn't got a chance, In addition to which The son of a bitch Can neither sing nor dance, She's a vile girl and uglier than mortal sin, One look at her has put me in A tearing bloody rage, That sufficed Mrs. Worthington, Christ! Mrs. Worthington, Don't put your daughter on the stage.
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