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