Gintlemen’s Club Lyrics

Along the lanes of London city
We convene this fine committee
Me sons and daughters, the juniper and water
Will lead you from the slaughter
Sit down with the Gintlemen

Mother Mary, Aphrodite, Shiva
Won't compare to Lady Geneva
Friend, I will submit this
God may be your witness
But she's your daily fitness
Sit down with the Gintlemen

When you need a topping for your wages
When you'll all be nipping at your cages
Come, you wretched creatures, the evening's triple feature
Let Old Tom be your teacher
Sit down with the Gintlemen

We'll all be happy 'till we die
Gintlemen's Club: OOH AYE!