Drunk Hornpipe Lyrics

The Hallway. From The Outside An Ordinary House.
A Great House, True. 483 Rooms, Each One With Its Own
Marble Wash Bassin And Douche.
Bidet As It May.
But Inside ... And The Positions Are Reversed.
A Human Failing,
Some Say A Disease, But A Disease That Sir Francis
Dashwood Knew And Used Well.
Upstairs, Inside And A Revelation, It's A Discotheque.
No, No, Err ... There Are Paintings ... Real ...
And Look Here! A Rare 17th Century Masterpiece.
And If I Can Scrape A Little Of It Of, Beneath I Can Find
Hidden ... A 14th Century Underpiece.
Made Entirely Of Tiny Pieces Of Eggshell.
This Lurid Work Has Caused Controvesary In The World Of Embroidery And Anthropology.
No, I'll Say It Again; Anthropolopology. No Quite
Possibly Making Anthropole. No, I Mean An Epilog ...
It Has Enthralled Distinguished Professors And In Laymans
Language, It's Blinking Well Buffling,
But To Be More Obtusely; Buggered If I Know. Yes,
Buggered IF I Know.
And That's All We've Been So Far. From Experts In 14th
Century Painting Renaissance Greengrocers,
And Recently Revived Members Of The Public.
Buggered If I Know. Vivian Stanshall, About 3 O'clock In
The Morning, Oxfordshire 1973.
Goodnight!

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