About the kids under the carpet
Brett is tasting all the soup
'Cause we're all in this together
Made of bathtub gin
Have you seen his stripped stockings?
Making bathtub gin
Gin
Here comes the joker
And Wendy's on the windowsill
...
But the kings storm the hallway
Have you seen him around
With his silly grin
Here comes the joker
That he wears like a crown?
But they just couldn't wait
Outside the gate
Here come the ambassadors
He carries a Martini
With his three coned cap
And I am in the hallway
They've climbed up through the gate
Gin
The kings are all lined up
And the purple humpbacked whale
Songwriters: Ernest Anastasio, Susannah B Goodman
Waitin' to be let in
And the autumn bells are ringin'
We all must laugh
To see if it is done
Singing to the Troubadours
They show up one by one
But they'll just have to wait
Publisher: WHO IS SHE MUSIC INC
Gin
They didn't mean to be impolite
And heard his sad tale
Makin' soup for the ambassadors
And we're all in the bathtub now
Brett is in the bathtub
And we love to take a bath
Where is the joker?