From the recording Nici Peper
Lyrics
It was a dim lit night
In the London fog
No one was around
No one at all
He worked there for months
Lusting after those birds
He wanted one for his own
To take home
D f# a e
From the British History Museum
Red blue Green gold
Only do what your told
How many stolen, how many sold
At the British History Museum
So he hatched a plan
To get and get out
Then he swiped the keys7
When his boss stepped out
So later it that night
on the bench all alone
Watching the lights go out
one by one
D f# a e
From the British History Museum
Red blue Green gold
Only do what your told
How many stolen, how many sold
At the British History Museum
Did he ever get caught
With what? that bag of birds?
Did he sell them off?
Tell me what's the WORD?
He made a lady's hat and a strippers scarf
Or did he make a suit?
I heard he buried in jars!!!
Whatthefeck