Well, we all used to love
those evenings together.
Mother would bake a fresh batch
of stale dry biscuits.
We'd all warm our hands
on the crackling piano.
Father would read aloud from our big old
leather -bound family telephone book.
I loved it, especially
S.
And sometimes, as a special treat,
he'd dust off the old family gramophone with a hammer
and pull out a scratchy 78 and
we'd all listen to those records of
Col and
Dave singing
Do
Your
Ears
Hang
Low, oh how we loved, yes,
and we loved those
Col and
Dave records, they
were good times, yes,
beautiful harmonies those boys, beautiful.
Hey
Dave, I got one question, do your ears hang low,
do they wobble to and fro, can you
time in a knock, can you time in a bow,
can you throw them over your shoulder like a cock
a neck a soldier, do your ears hang low, well,
you got anything to say, yes my ears hang
Yes, I waffled to a throw
I can time in a knot and I can
time in a pull
I can thump on my shoulder
like a continental soldier
Yes, my ears hang low
That's what I thought I'd sing
Come on,
David
David, your ears hang low
David, they waffled to a throw
Can you time it or not?
Can you time it or not?
Can you throw it off your shoulder
like a continental soldier?
Do your ears hang low?
Do your ears hang low?
One more!
Do your ears hang low?
No, another one!
Do ears hang low?
Dang me, look at them ears.