Aunty Songtext

von Paul Roland

Aunty lacks the social graces, she pulls the most peculiar faces
In the most public of places, she really is a scream.

Her voice is loud, her manners too, her dresses green and her jokes quite blue,
But you should see her dance the Hoochie Coo, the Lindy or the Frug.

Everyone says aunty's thrifty, but they don't know her hidden gifts,
She seldom pays but goes 'shoplifty'. She's mastered slight of hand.

She favours all the better stores. shoplifting from floor to floor,
And always one step from the Law.

Her friends are bores or frightful smarties. They're really not the type for aunty.
Still, she give the most outrageous parties and everybody comes.

A nuisance everywhere she goes, an embarrassment to those she knows,
But I know where her money goes. She's left it all to me.