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| Caroline Diggeby-Pratte |
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Words & Music: Jake Thackray Click here to download guitar tab Miss Caroline Diggeby-Pratte was at Roedean; Her daddy is a Brigadier (a big wig). Miss Caroline Diggeby-Pratte is seventeen And she likes men who are sincere (jig-jig). Caroline likes marzipan and pussycats. Caroline's the latest in a very long line of aristocratic Prattes. Somebody may love you, Caroline, hopefully. Caroline, oh, callow Caroline, I know it won't be me. Caroline is so romantic And she likes to walk alone on lonely sands, Just so long as the champagne cocktail And the glossy gossip columns are on hand. Caroline likes daffodils and waterfalls. She follows the social folderols, The smarty parties, all the horsy balls. Oh somebody may love you, Caroline, helplessly. Caroline, oh, callow Caroline, you bet it won't be me. Caroline would like a man of simple tastes Who runs a sporty Porsche, Who would give her jewels, and now and then a trace Of elegant intercourse (of course). But he would have to know what everybody knows The moon shines out of Caroline's, Out of Caroline's little turned-up nose. Somebody may love you, Caroline, hopelessly. Caroline, oh, callow Caroline, he'll love you hopelessly. Somebody will marry Caroline. God know what he will be. Caroline, oh, callow Caroline, God knows it won't be me. Click here to download guitar tab |