LUMPY TUMS



from the singing of David Jones



1. Potatoes are a windy meat

Tripe and onions are a treat

Pudding's good when stuffed with plums

But let us have some lumpy tums.



Chorus:

From Barley we get home-brewed ale

from malt are whiskey comes

But from the oats in Staffordshire

Do come our lumpy tums



2. Would you your offspring render weak

Feeding pap that's made of wheat?

Suffer them not to suck their thumbs

Give mother love and lumpy tums.

3. That breadknock man Jim Shaw who slew

Ten valiant french at Waterloo

His fateful one gave them their doom

For he was raised on lumpty tums.



4. When I have reached my finite day

Grant me that for which I pray

I crave not wealth's uncounted sums

But peace, and health and lumpy tums.



(david jones got the song from richard fewtrell[spell?)

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