Louis Prima & His Orchestra - Bell Bottom Trousers | Текст песни

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• Louis Prima & His Orchestra
• Bell Bottom Trousers

I was a serving maid down in Drury Lane,
My master he was good to me, my mistress was the same.
When along come a sailor on shorted liberty,
And all to my wow he took liberty with me.

Singin' bell bottom trousers, coats of navy blue,
Let him climb the riggin' like his daddy used to do.

It was at a ball I met him, he asked me for a dance,
I knew he was a sailor by the way he wore his pants.
His shoes was neatly polished and his hair was neatly combed,
After the ball was over, he asked to see me home.

Singin' a-bell bottom trousers, coats of navy blue,
Let him climb the riggin' like his daddy used to do.

He asked me for an 'ankerchief to tie around his 'ead,
He asked me for a candle to light his way to bed.
I a foolish maiden not thinkin' it no harm,
I jumped into the sailor's bed to keep the sailor warm.

Singin' a-bell bottom trousers, coats of navy blue,
Let him climb the riggin' like his daddy used to do.

I knowed he was no Sampson but that night he went to town,
He laid me on the bed there 'til my blue eyes turned to brown.
And early in the mornin' before the break of day,
A twelve pound note he gave me and some warnin' words to say.

Singin' a-bell bottom trousers, coats of navy blue,
Let him climb the riggin' like his daddy used to do.

He said "Take this my darlin' for the damage I have done,
You may have a daughter, you may have a son.
If you have a daughter, jounce her on your knee,
And if you have a son, send the bastard out to sea."

Singin' a-bell bottom trousers, coats of navy blue,
Let him climb the riggin' like his daddy used to do.

Now listen all you maidens to my girlish plea,
Don't never let a sailor get his hand upon your knee.
I trusted one once and he put off to sea.
And left me with a daughter to bounce upon my knee.

Singin' a-bell bottom trousers, coats of navy blue,
Let him climb the riggin' like his daddy used to do.