“I'm not going to sing the one that she asked me for because, er... well I can't actually... I can't remember a lot of the words. But I'll tell you what, look, erm, if it's any consolation, the one I'm going to sing will have a lot of the same... notes.”
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Words & Music: Jake Thackray Click here to download guitar tab Mrs Murphy cries when he waves her ta-ta. She dries her eyes and she smiles at her budgerigar. A middle-aged widow living alone, She has never known just what it's like to have a Casanova. Now she has a gentleman friend, But what he intends she doesn't know, though. And as soon as he goes, fading away In his moonlight motor car Mrs Murphy cries when he waves her ta-ta. She pats her hair and she stares at her budgerigar. Afternoons they go for a drive, Tea around five and then they go to the sofa. And at half-past nine he turns on the light, He bids her goodnight but he doesn't know, though, That as soon as he goes, smiling away In his magical motor car, That Mrs Murphy cries when he waves her ta-ta. Fat chance of romance with a budgerigar. She admires his elegant clothes, His finely chiselled nose; and he is such a classy mover. If he only knew how tender she felt, How quickly she'd melt; but he doesn't know, though. And as soon as he goes, stroking his 'tache In his silvery motor car, Mrs Murphy cries when he waves her ta-ta. End of airy fairy-tale Exit flighty nightingale. No golden-throated nightingale But back to Mrs Murphy and her budgerigar. Click here to download guitar tab |