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The Carrs |
by Pete Scott |
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If you’re looking for superior entertainment You’re an erudite, discerning kind of soul Our lineage is checkable Our manners quite impeccable We are no common or garden fol de rol We are the Carrs Natural stars We rarely perform in puberlic bars Sooner rather than later We’ll play the Royal Theatre Pater will be proud and all those hours Of endless repetition will realise ambition And bring us recognition We are the Carrs The essence of decorum and refinement So nifty, we get fifty curtain calls Our steps not acrobatic But daintily pragmatic Emphatically not for music halls We are the Carrs Men send us flowers We entertain the gentry, not the chars In tastefully tailored raiment We perform for modest payment One day meant to be famous theatre stars The cello, violin, piano-forte Selections from the classics we shall play They come from near and far For our delightful arias Sometimes come as far as Whitley Bay We are the Carrs At the peak of our powers Like the Taj Mahal or Leaning Tower Wonder number eight Who never turn up late Whose Fate it is to sing for kings and commissars It may seem a lofty notion But with the right promotion Our fame will cross the ocean We are the Carrs Aristocracy more or less we are Oh no, you’re not (oh yes, we are) We are the Carrs |
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