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No. 24 - Finale Act II
| Chorus: | By the shore of the Mediterranean
so blue, blue, blue, They twang their guitars And light your cigars, they do, do, do. And kiss you and talk in the starlight, With a coo, coo, coo. For the girls of the sun Are all roll'd into one For you, you, you. |
| Jim: | I'm a Lord, what ho! |
| Chorus: | He's a Lord, don't cher know; |
| Jim: | I've a palace in Park Lane, And sev'ral country houses. I'm a blooming Peer, |
| Chorus: | Look at that aristocrat! |
| Jim: | It ain't the coat that makes the man, Why dam-me! It's the trouses! I'm a Lord, what ho! |
| Chorus: | He's a Lord, don't cher know; |
| Jim: | I've a palace in Park Lane, And sev'ral country houses. I'm a blooming Peer, |
| Chorus: | Look at that aristocrat! |
| Jim: | It ain't the coat that makes the man, Why dam-me! It's the trouses! |
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