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WHAT A MOUTH (WHAT A NORTH AND SOUTH) (Harry Champion / Arr: R. P. Weston)) Tommy Steele - 1960 Jimmy Bean was a funny lookin' fellah If he had another mouth, he'd look much sweller But the "race" queered him from winning a beauty show It was like a steamboat funnel Or a railway arch, or the Blackwall Tunnel When you can't see Jim, when he opens his mouth you'll know And as poor Jim goes walkin' about You can hear the kids all 'ollerin' out (What?) SPOKEN: What? Ooh, um.... "What a mouth! What a mouth! What a North and South! "Blimey, what a mouth he's got"! Now when he was a baby, well, oh Gawd luv 'er! His poor old muvver used to feed him with a shovel What a gap! Poor chap! He's never been known to laugh (Oy!) If he did, it's a penny to a quid That his face would fall in half! Mouth so large, oh Lord! oh Lumme! He can whisper in his own ear, ain't it funny? And to quench his thirst, now he's gotta take a drink o' mine He got so drunk one foggy morn He layed in the road and started to yawn And a poor old man was delivering coals close by And as he went to shoot the load He saw Jim's mouth out in the road (What?) SPOKEN: Eh? Ooh, what? Oh, yes.... What a mouth! What a mouth! What a North and South! Blimey what a mouth he's got Now the poor old man, bein' a short sighted fellah When he saw Jim's mouth, he took it for the cellar And he shot the lot, right into his mouth, no joke! (Oy!) Jim, poor soul's got a tummy full of coal And he corfs up lumps o' coke! (Oy!) (What?) SPOKEN: Eh? What, eeh, ooh, ooh, cor blimey, I thought it was all over. Oh. yes, um.... What a mouth! What a mouth! What a North and South! Blimey what a mouth he's got Now the poor old man, bein' a short sighted fellah When he saw Jim's mouth, he took it for the cellar And he shot the lot, right into his mouth, no joke! (Oy!) Jim, poor soul's got a tummy full of coal And he corfs up lumps of coke! OY! OY! (OY!) OY! (Transcribed by Mel Priddle - April 2006)

    


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