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No. 15 - Song - Dudley - "Rhoda and her pagoda"
| Dudley: | Rhoda Rye was a London lass, Taking and trim and tiny; She wish'd to gather the upper class To a tea shop charming and Chinee! She borrow'd and built, she puff'd and plann'd A proper Pagoda in the Strand, And dress'd like a Chinee girl at home, From the dainty shoes to the big black comb! Rhoda, Rhoda ran a Pagoda, |
| Ladies: | Ummm. |
| Dudley: | Selling tea and syrup and soda, |
| Ladies: | Ummm. |
| Dudley: | Buns and biscuits and bread of bran In the pretty Pagoda Rhoda ran! |
| Chorus: | Rhoda, Rhoda ran a Pagoda, Selling tea and syrup and soda, Buns and biscuits and bread of bran In the pretty Pagoda Rhoda ran! |
| Dudley: | The lords and ladies they came from far, In fact, too many for one shop, Forsaking the club and the Yankee bar And only original Bun Shop! They sat at the tables made for two, And drank their tea from the China blue, And often wasted an afternoon With two little cups and one big spoon! Rhoda, Rhoda ran a Pagoda, |
| Ladies: | Ummm. |
| Dudley: | Selling cakes and lemon and soda, |
| Ladies: | Ummm. |
| Dudley: | Many a maiden met a man At the pretty Pagoda Rhoda ran! |
| Chorus: | Rhoda, Rhoda ran a Pagoda, Selling cakes and lemon and soda, Many a maiden met a man At the pretty Pagoda Rhoda ran! |
| Dudley: | A wealthy nobleman wander'd in The Duke of Kensington Gardens, He chucked the waitresses under the chin, Then giggled and ask'd their pardons! And Rhoda flirted and drew him on With her angel cakes and her sugar'd scone, Until one day at his fourteenth cup, He fell at her feet and she picked him up. Rhoda, Rhoda shut her Pagoda, |
| Ladies: | Ummm. |
| Dudley: | No more tea and coffee and soda; |
| Ladies: | Ummm. |
| Dudley: | Never a milkman leaves his can At the pretty Pagoda Rhoda ran! |
| Chorus: | Rhoda, Rhoda shut her Pagoda, No more tea and coffee and soda; Never a milkman leaves his can At the pretty Pagoda Rhoda ran! |
| Dudley: | Rhoda now is a social pet At royal parties and races. There never has been a Duchess yet With such a style as her Grace's. And if you ever should try to raise The tender topic of tea shop days, She looks at you with a lofty stare, As if to suggest that you are not there. Rhoda says: "What is a Pagoda? |
| Ladies: | Ummm. |
| Dudley: | Something African at Fashoda?" |
| Ladies: | Ummm. |
| Dudley: | She never heard since life began Of the pretty Pagoda Rhoda ran! |
| Chorus: | Rhoda says: "What is a Pagoda? Something African at Fashoda?" She never heard since life began Of the pretty Pagoda Rhoda ran! |
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Page modified 23 February 2017