THE DEEPEST SHELTER IN TOWN
(Jones)

Florence Desmond


Don't run away mister
Oh, stay and play mister
Don't worry if you hear the sirens go
Though I'm not a lady of the highest virtue
I wouldn't dream of letting anything hurt you
And so before you go, I think you ought to know

I've got a cosy flat, there's a lace for your hat
I wear a pink chiffon négligé gown
And do I know my stuff, but if that's not enough
I've got the deepest shelter in town.

I've got a room for two, a radio that's new,
An alarm clock that won't let you down,
And I've got central heat, but to make it complete,
I've got the deepest shelter in town.

Every modern comfort I can just guarantee
If you hear the siren call then it's probably me

And, sweetie, to revert, I'll keep you on the alert
I won't even be wearing a frown
So you can hang around here until the all clear
In the deepest shelter in town.

Now honey, I don't sing of an Anderson thing
Climbing in one you look like a clown
But if you came here to see, why Sir John would agree
I've got the deepest shelter in town.

Now Mr. Morrison says he's getting things done,
And he's a man of the greatest renown,
But before it gets wrecked, I hope you'll come and inspect
The deepest shelter in town.

Now I was one of the first to clear my attic of junk,
But when it comes to shelters nowadays it's all bunk.

So honey, don't get scared, it's there to be shared
And you'll feel like a king with a crown
So please don't be mean, better men than you have been
In the deepest shelter,
The neatest shelter,
The deepest shelter in town.


(Contributed/Transcribed by Bill Huntley - November 2005)