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THESE ARE A FEW OF MY UNFAVOURITE THINGS
Tribute to Richard Rodgers . 24.6.02 Sing with a Julie Andrews smile !

Bright copper kettles that burn when you touch ‘em
A battered CD of Ms. Martine Mcluchen
Elton John’s hairpieces tied up with string
That’s got to be a most unfavourite thing

Repeats of old sit coms each night on the telly
Girls wearing clothes that show all of their belly
Divas who sing jazz but never quite swing
That certainly isn’t a favourite thing

When the car breaks
When the milk shakes 
I stay calm and bright
Then I throw a tantrum and nearly explode
And soon I will  feel … all right

Andrew Lloyd-Webber’s musical, “Phantom”
Flowers that wither as soon as I plant ‘em
Young men with hold alls sell junk at my door
These are the things that I really deplore

She shops at Harrods whilst I go to Tesco
She sings Bel Canto and I sing al fresco
I made an album but I felt so glum
Just two people bought it- my Dad and my Mum 

When the cow slips
And the flop flips
I get all uptight
I open my window and sing a sweet song
Then I’m sure to feel…all right

A pair of nice kippers I found in the freezer
A pink knitted swimsuit, a gift from some geezer
A pet bee that hurts me whenever it stings
These are a few of my unfavouite things

Saintly expressions by Miss Julie Andrews
We sing at bar mitzvahs and some really grand dos
From Hollywood Bowls to some nice Highland Flings
They were amongst our most favourite things 
When the sky larks
When the cat barks
I get very sad
I open my window and sing a nice song
And then I don’t feel …..too bad

DFS adverts say, “Sale Must End Sunday”
They’re starting another quite early on Monday
Soon low cost airlines will pay US to fly
But you’ll have to stand all the way to Dubai

Snowflakes and icicles ruin my trainers
A bent bunsen burner, three antique tea strainers
I just broke a vase made by someone called Ming (?)
That is the ultimate unfavourite thing

When the fire flies
When my tongue ties (and the mince spies)
I may scream and shout
I open my window and sing a sweet song
Chorus: So why don’t you just jump out ?


When the side walks
And the road forks
I get so uptight
I open my window and sing a sweet song (chorus: The hills are alive…….)
Then I’m sure to feel alright

When the ice screams
When the iron steams
 Could have danced all night (“wrong show, dear”)
we open our windows and sing a sweet song
Then we’re sure to  feel- yes, we’re bound to feel- We’re going to feel….. all right.  Goodnight.


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