Sun and Fun - Song of a Night-Club Proprietress

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Cleo Laine - Pop, Jazz

Sun and Fun - Song of a Night-Club Proprietress

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Lyrics

I walked into the nightclub in the morning There was Kummel on the handle of the door The ashtrays were unemptied The cleaning unattempted And a squashed tomato sandwich on the floor I pulled aside the thick magenta curtains So Regency, so Regency, my dear And a host of little spiders Ran a race across the ciders To a box of baby 'pollies by the beer Oh sun upon the summergoing bypass Where ev'rything is speeding to the sea And wonder beyond wonder That here where lorries thunder The sun should ever percolate to me When Boris used to call in his Sedanca When Teddy took me down to his estate When my nose excited passions And my clothes were in the fashion When my beaux were never cross if I was late There was sun enough for lazing upon beaches There was fun enough for far into the night; But I'm dying now and done for What on earth was all the fun for? I am ill and old and terrified and tight

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Credits

Writers
  • John Dankworth
  • Sir John Betjeman