Song 1 Down Stepney Way

Song 1 Down Stepney Way Down East Lon - don on a Fri-day night with all me mates, We love East Lon - don we 'ave so much fun it drives us cra-zy. stand-ing on the corn- er eye-in' the girls,

Bowl-in' downthe HighStreet with-outa care, 'Cos dear old Step - ney 2nd time to coda that's the place I love to be. Walk-in' the that's the place I love to Boom, boom, boom, boom, Boom, boom, boom, boom beat downstep-ney Way, Life is a treat downstep-ney boom,boom,boom, boom, boom,\boom,boom,boom, boom,boom,boom, boom,

Way. Whist-'ling a tune, un -der the moon as I go boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, stroll-ing down the streets of Step - ney. See an old dame a-cross the stroll-ing down the streets of Step- ney. Boom, boom, boom, boom. street, See an old flame I'd like to meet. Waltz-ing a - boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom,

long, sing -ing a song as I go boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, CODA stroll-ing down the streets of Step - ney. be. Oi! Stroll-ing down the streets of Step - ney be. Oi! Copyright Plays and Songs Dot Com 2004 Do Not Copy

Song 2 Alice's Song Why should life be a tang - led web; a pa - ra - dox of fate? I've lived this mom - ent in many' a dream, It

nev-er should have turned out quite this way. My happ'-iest hour has be - come my worst; It passed in the twink -ling of an eye. Could he per - ceive my un - spok - en - words?

Please let this pain grow less as time goes by. We'd walk at night through moon - lit groves, And gaze at bubb - ling streams.

He'd hold my hand - as time stood still, He'd share the mag-ic mom-ents of my dreams. He'd share my laugh - ter and dry my tears, And know the sec -rets of my heart.

We'd both grow old in - comp - an - ny. Till death drew nigh to tear us both a - part. War spoils the best laid plans of men,

In cru - el twists of fate. And no -one dares say what might have been in a world that's full of so much love and hate. No -one can steal all my hopes and dreams, I'll

wait and love a - noth -er day. If Frank could just know the way that I feel. He'd not let war or dist-ance keep him a - way. Copyright Plays and Songs Dot Com 2004 Do Not Copy

Song 3 Tours of London Town If you would like a light -ning tour of dear old Lon-don town, You could do worse than go by hearse with Bert and Arch-ie Brown, By

day we do a roar -ing trade in silk -lined wood -en box. At night our fam-ous guid-ed tour starts by Saint Cath' rines docks. So, squeak-y clean, chrome's bright sheen, black up-holst-e-ry the best in town.

One in front, two be -hind, one in the front ly-ing down. Our comm-ent'-ry's per-formed with dig-nit-y, just like the Bish-op's fin-est eu-lo-gy. You won't see much but pig-eons and the tower, 'cos we on-ly do five miles an hour.

Song 4 The Club The club, the club, the club, a gen-tle-man's U - to- pi- a, Din-ner at eight and port by the fire with knight and lord and peer. The club, the club, the club, par -a-dise in Bel - gra-vi-a. With sil -ver ser-vice and ser-vants by the score and a tel-e-phone in ev' ry

room. A gen-tle-man's home is his cast - le, his sec -ond home is his club. Where priv' lege lurks at ev' ry turn, his should-ers with duke-dom will rub. Ox-ford brogue, in dul-cit tones ech-o round her marb- led

walls. Stiff upp -er lips and lash-ings of R. P. in the rul - ing class - es sac -red hall - owed halls. The Copyright Plays and Songs Dot Com 2004 Do Not Copy

Song 5 Good Old England Ev' ry one loves good old Eng-land, and there's no - one that I know who would leave that good old

Eng-land for a - ny oth - er place to go. As we stroll a - long the prom-e-nade hand in hand each moon - lit night we will talk a - bout old Eng-land for

good old Eng - land we will fight From the glor - ious parks and gard-ens of our green and Give me a vill - age square child-ren play pleas - ant isle. to the fro - zen lakes and on the green; Count - ry folk

sno- wy mount-ains of Cumb-ria's rur - al style; And the full of good cheer stand a - round and spend their day goss-ipp-ing. coves and sand - y beach- es of that anc - ient Corn -ish Bright lights shine in the town as folk rush shore there's a place for ev' - ry Eng-lish-man and it's our by. This is why I am so glad that old

pride for ev - er more. E - ve - ry Eng - land she is mine. one loves good old Eng-land and there's no - one that I Give me a vill - age square, child-ren play on the know who would leave that good old Eng-land for a- ny green. count - ry folk full of good cheer

o - ther place to go. As we stroll a - long the stand a - round and spend their day goss-ipp-ing. Bright lights shine prom-e-nade hand in hand in moon -lit night, We will in the town as folks rush by. talk a-bout old Eng-land for good old Eng-land we will fight. This is why I am so glad that old Eng-land she is mine. Copyright Plays and Songs Dot Com 2004 Do Not Copy

Song 6 By the Old Town Square As I Once was I walkwas in' in 'ome Brigh- last ton night town with with prett noy - thing ver- litt-le y much Sus- to ie Brown, do, I When saw up a p'lice-mame to quite standsudd-en in' ṯhere and ly there on came his a face litt- he le had girl a in frown. blue. Now She the was boys Oh, in so sweet blue are all straight from head and to true feet that but some-thing I could told on- me ly to stand and be-ware. stare. So Then with she -

out smiled and de- asked lay we me made how our to way get to to the the back back of of the the old old town town square. square. Yes, Yes, with she - out smiled and de- asked lay we me made how our to way get to to the the back back of of the the old old town town square. square. Oh, Oh, it's such bliss just to steal a kiss, when I'm with a girl so dear. The lights are low so why not go and stroll down to the pier? And

there we'll whisp-er in the moon-light as we gaze in -to the sil-ver sea. 1. We'll be side by side 'til morn-ing comes- just my litt-le girl and me. Now 2. Just my litt - le girl and me.

Song 7 Never Mind Your Language Pro - fess-or Spoon-er minced his words and made them sound like Dutch, His stud-ents liked to doze in class and did not not-ice much. Brave

King Can-ute turned back the waves, he was a Dan-ish bloke. He knew the tide would turn at noon what - ev -er tongue he spoke. Law-yers speak -ing leg -al Lat -in leave their cli-ents ov -er-awed. Rhet -or -ic and pre -ce -dent is sure to make you bored.

Will-ie Words -worth was con-tent to read his lines a-loud but he fell head-first in -to a lake while wand'-ring lone-ly as a cloud. So ne-ver mind your lan-guage stroll-ing down the Old Kent Road. Feel free to use your rhym-ing slang as you bowl down the frog and toad. But

should you chance to meet a peer on Vaux-hall Gar-den's ben-ches, Just roll your Rs and round your vowels and do not drop your haitch-es. Copyright Plays and Songs Dot Com 2004 Do Not Copy

Song 8 The Sights and Sounds of London Town Let us take you down and show you all the sights of You'll need a fort-night Bust'-ling mark-ets and bu-sy thor-ough-fares,

Bett-er watch your step, you'll end up in the riv -er. Ev - 'ry You'd bett-er be-lieve it corn-er has a sec-ret, you'll nev-er quite be-lieve what you'll hear. King Charles once stayed here with his mist-ress, this was Chur-chill's fav-'rite

pub. May- be it's be-cause I'm a Lon-don-er love Lon- don Old town cri - er rings his bell and gives the time of town. May-be it's be-cause I'm a Lon-don-er that I day, (so set your watch-es) Mark - et sell-ers are call-ing outtheir wares,

think of her where-e-ver I go. I get a funn-y feel-ing in - App-les by the doz - en, staw-b'ries ripe and juic-y. Barge - men side of me just walk - ing up and down. take you up the riv -er and drop you off at Hamp-ton Court. May-be it's be-cause I'm a Lon-don-er that I love Lon-don You'll rub your should-ers with the queen, They're chang-ing guard at half past

town. three Here's the Rom - an wall and here's the place where Crom-well May-be it's be-cause I'm a Lon-don-er that I love Lon-don died, (so keep your head on) Down these steps to the fam-ous un-der-ground, town. May-be it's be-cause I'm a Lon-don-er that I

Plat-form one for Rom - ford, plat-form two for Rich-mond, You will think of her where-e-ver I go. I get a funn-y feel-ing in - get a bett-er view from the top deck of a red Lon-don bus, (stand-ing room on- ly) side of me just walk - ing up and down. At night a vis -it to the thea-tre, Rear stalls on-ly one-and -six. May-be it's be-cause I'm a Lon-don-er that I love Lon-don town.

Song 9 As Happy as a Skylark William I've found that life's sur - pris - es grow with each pass-ing day, Litt-le by litt-le I've come to see the world spins fast when I'm with you.

Strange how time flies when we're to-geth-er, Each pass-ing hour is but a mom-ent, On borr-owed time, fro -zen in your em - Mary Grant us one more hour, ev -en one more min - ute, We can't buy

William Let's live our time, we must make the most of each mo -ment. Let's live our dream and shape our own fut - ure. Tread our own dream and shape our own fut - ure. Tread our own path and just let the world go path and just let the world go

by. by. Mary I can't see what you fan - cy in me, I'm just a poor girl with no pe - di - gree. You

must not stoop this low, I know your fam'-ly won't William wish it so. Deep down in - side I know it shall be, You know that you mean the whole world to me. Love knows no bound - a - ries. You must be - lieve in our des - tin - y.

Mary How can you like the way I speak? William Your cock -ney acc - ent's just so sweet. Mary My tongue is sharp and my hands are rough. William Mary Your kind-ly nat - ure's soft en- - ough Have you not heard that

William Mary love is blind? More of an an -gel I'll not find. E - ven my William Mary walk is so work-ing class. I'll walk be-hind you and watch your Oi! Mary As happ-y as a sky -lark, As care-free as a cloud, Free as a hawk circ'-ling high a-bove the world will fall in-to our hands.

God made us free to choose our fut-ure, No-one can tell us how to love, High born or low, Love reall-y does not William care. I'll give you the world, You'll give me my ha -ppi-ness, Just say you

William In this cruel love me and I'll be yours for e - ver. In this cruel world no-thing's e - ver cer - tain, We'll bide our world no-thing's e - ver cer - tain, We'll bide our time and no - one can make us part. time and no - one can make us part.

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Song 10 Life's Like That Alice and Mary War Oh lifts that its these bru-tabitt-er head, hours turns would our more neat world swift - ly up - pass side down. a - way, What Would is that there the left for fut-ure us be but un - prayers veiled and hopes be - fore and its dreams? time.

Loved Though ones this that can won't nev - reer turn, be, young words hearts sent with to tor - com - ment fort burn. me Wounds give which fleet - mere ing time reswill pite nevfrom er my heal. pain. You If must at nevtime er you let feel go its of so your un - hopes, fair nor that lose life sight should of treat your you dreams. so, For And the some grip days of you wintfeel er's you ic - can't y go

fing -ers on re - slack - mem - en ber with you the are dawn not of a - spring. lone. Life's Life's like like that. that. And For though to - ev' -ry geth-er mole - we hill will seems face a the moun - fut - tain ure, sure - you'll ly see when when you to - reach morr - the ow top comes

1. 2. yourtroub-les grey sky melt your will a- turn way. blue. Life's Life's like that. like that. like that. like that.

Song 11 Bien Venu dans Notre Cafe Bien ven-u dans not-re caf -e, come in-side with us to-day, Man-gez tout ce que vous vou- -lez, stay and while the hours a- way. This sure-ly is your luck-y day, you have found the per-fect caf -e.

Take a glass and try our fin-est wine, Your taste buds will bloss-om ev'-ry time. Par-is in the spring-time choic-est food and fin-est wine. Find per - fect com-pan-y, o-pen arms and bon-homm-ie. Can-dle lit for rom-ance with real gip-sy fidd-le folk song.

Nous vous reg' le-rons toute la nuit du vin et des chan - sons. Bu-vez not -re meill-eur vin et ven-ez chant-er av-ec nous. Fin-est wait -ers just a click a-way, here to ser - e - nade you. Tout est aux frais de la mais-on, fin-est men-u in the cit - y.

Ven-ez boire dans not-re caf - e, dans- not-re caf-e de Par-is. Par-is in the spring-time, choic-est food and fin-est wine, Find per - fect com-pan-y, op-en arms and bonn-homm-ie. Cand-le -lit for rom-ance with real gip-sy fidd-le folk song.

Nous vous reg' -la-ron toute la nuit du vin and des chan - sons - My friends I'd love to stay but short-ly must be on my way, If some day I chance to pass this way, I will make the time to stay. Je re-vien-drais chez vous en-core, should I ev-er pass your door.

Je n'ai plus de temps a boire du vin, Je dois m'en all - er. Bon voy-age a tous - our good wish-es go with you. Un aut - re jour re-ven- ez chez nous - When you're next in Par -is re - turn for our lit-tle soir-ee.

Bon-ne chan -ce - mon a-mis good wish-es from Par - is. Copyright Plays and Songs Dot Com 2004 Do Not Copy

Song 12 In a Little Cafe in Vienna In a litt-le ca-fe in Vi - enn-a, At a tab-le by the op-en door, It's there I'd go each day just to while the hours a-way, The air with wine and ros-es' scent was

sweet. Ev' ry Fri -day night the Span -ish dan-cers se-re-na-ded true fla-men-co style. Guit - tars per - cuss-ive strum and the gent -ly beat-en drum blend-ed with the mus-ic all the while. For it takes two to tan-go, two is com-pan -

y but three's a crowd. Rav-en hair and Span-ish eyes that shine - Be - neath that youth -ful smile there lurks a mag-ic to be -guile, One day I hope your path will cross with mine -

2 Litt- le danc-ing girl, a dark-haired beau-ty, Smil-ing eyes and fier-y Span-ish face. A - cross the crowd -ed room just a glance would kind-le soon a rom -ance with-out words or close em -

brace. By the light of man -y glow -ing cand-les She would dance to me and take my hand. A bove the nois-y crowd how my heart would beat a-loud, Clash - ing with the rhy -thm of the band. Fot it takes

two to tan -go, two is com -pan - y, but three's a crowd, Rav-en hair and Span-ish eyes that shine - Be - neath that youth -ful smile there lurks a mag-ic to be -guile, One day I hope your path will cross with mine -

3 Man -y years have passed by in Vi-enn-a, Gone are names and fa-ces I would trust. Through rav -a - ges of war now our

ca-fe is no more, Bombs and shells have turned its bricks to dust. Search -ing vain-ly for my sec-ret loved one, Dark His -pan -ic beaut -y of Sev - ille, And still the wait-ers cries seem to fill the lead-en skies.

Scent of wine and ros-es ling-er still. For it takes two to tan-go, two is com-pan - y but three's a crowd, Rav -en hair and Span -ish eyes that shine. Be - neath that youth-ful smile there lurks a ma-gic to be-guile, One day I hope your path will cross with mine.

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Song 13 Cockney Spirit 4 In Eng - land's glor - ious hist -or -y this 7 is our dark-est hour with the free-dom of our peo-ple threat-ened

11 by a for- eign power. But our brave and gall-ant sold- iers, just 15 lads like you and me must leave their friends and loved ones and must 19 fight to keep us free. They may dest-roy our res-erv-oirs and

23 bomb us in the dark. We hudd -le cowed in the cand-le light as the 27 bomb-ers leave their mark. But of one thing we're quite cer- tain, though they 31 strike us when we're down, That they won't dest-roy our spir-it and our

35 will to keep Eng- land's crown. Who puts the great in Brit- ain? Who 39 keeps this coun-try free? Could it be him in the bow-ler hat with a 43 brief case on each knee? Or White-hall's pap-er-push-ing ar- my, or

47 West-min-ster's fin- est brains? Or may-be the Cock-ney spar-row on the 51 num-ber three in the rain. Through bomb-blast, fire and rat-ion-ing we will 55 march with heads held high. We'll play our part on the home front to pro -

59 tect our lib- er - ty. For child-ren wom-en and eld-er-ly all 63 have a role to play. And we'll show that wick- ed A-dolph that we 67 all will save the day. To find that ma-gic in -gre-di-ent in

71 dark and troub-led times just list-en for the hall-owed tones of 75 dear old Bow Bells chimes. Their peal will keep your peck-ers up, Your 79 sky will turn bright blue. And that good old Cock-ney spi-rit will

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