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No. 18 - Song - Fi Fi - "Martha spanks the grand pianner."
| Fi Fi: | You no doubt heard of the happy home Where music is ador'd; Where each one plays an instrument, The best they can afford. Our family at home's like this, We think that music's grand, And ev'ry night we all combine And make a glorious band. And Martha spanks the grand Pianner, Father whacks the drum; Mother in a soulful manner Blows the tootle-tum. Charlie swings the concertina, Bob goes fiddle-de-dee; But I'm a brick for I waggle the stick With a one, two, three. |
| Chorus: | Martha spanks the grand Pianner, Father whacks the drum; Mother in a soulful manner Blows the tootle-tum. Charlie swings the concertina, Bob goes fiddle-de-dee; But I'm a brick for I waggle the stick With a one, two, three. |
| Fi Fi: | We go each summer for a week Down to the rolling sea; The boarding house at which we stay We fill with harmony. And should the other folks object We treat them all with scorn. Each night we play our repertoire And keep it up till morn. And Martha spanks the grand Pianner, Father whacks the drum; Mother in a soulful manner Blows the tootle-tum. Charlie swings the concertina, Bob goes fiddle-de-dee; But I'm a brick for I waggle the stick With a one, two, three. |
| Chorus: | Martha spanks the grand Pianner, Father whacks the drum; Mother in a soulful manner Blows the tootle-tum. Charlie swings the concertina, Bob goes fiddle-de-dee; But I'm a brick for I waggle the stick With a one, two, three. |
| Fi Fi: | Now Cousin Maudie married well, In fact, he was a Dook; We all went to the wedding, and Our instruments we took. And one old Countess who was there Declar'd it wasn't style; And didn't all the servants and The haughty flunkeys smile, When Martha spank'd the grand Pianner, Father whack'd the drum; Mother in a soulful manner Blew the tootle-tum. Charlie swang the concertina, Bob went fiddle-de-dee; But I'm a brick for I waggl'd the stick With a one, two, three. |
| Chorus: | Martha spank'd the grand Pianner, Father whack'd the drum; Mother in a soulful manner Blew the tootle-tum. Charlie swang the concertina, Bob went fiddle-de-dee; But I'm a brick for I waggl'd the stick With a one, two, three. |
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Page modified 16 December 2016