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No. 15 - Song - Hawkins
| Hawkins: | There's a certain party in a certain town Who, for her opinion, has acquired reknown. No one dares to venture out on pleasure bent, Unless Mrs. Grundy gives him her consent. It is "What will Mrs. Grundy say?" All the people cry. Have you asked her if you may, What was her reply? You can't get jolly a little bit, No, you can't stir, Unless you see fit to get a permit direct from her. |
| Chorus: | "What will Mrs. Grundy say?" All the people cry. Have you asked her if you may, What was her reply? You can't get jolly a little bit, No, you can't stir, Unless you see fit to get a permit direct from her. |
| Hawkins: | Very few are married in this little town, 'Cause they can't sit courting with the curtains down. When a doting parent meets the nurse with joy, And she springs the tidings, "Papa, it's a boy." It is "What will Mrs. Grundy say?" All the people cry. Have you asked her if you may, What was her reply? You can't get jolly a little bit, No, you can't stir, Unless you see fit to get a permit direct from her. |
| Chorus: | "What will Mrs. Grundy say?" All the people cry. Have you asked her if you may, What was her reply? You can't get jolly a little bit, No, you can't stir, Unless you see fit to get a permit direct from her. |
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American Musical Theatre | Fantana
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