BLOODNOK'S ROCK 'N' ROLL CALL BLUES
(Carbone)
The Goons - 1956


Secombe: Company shun! Shoulder High!! By the right, number! 
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight 
Nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen 
Sixteen, fifteen, fourteen, thirteen, twelve, eleven, ten, nine 
Eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one 
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight 
Nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen,  
You've got to rock and roll in a roll call way 
You've got to march with a Marilyn Monroe-ese way 
You've got to rock and roll with your old kit bag 
But you mustn't ever mention her name in the mess 
And if you want to know the title of this number 
It is a Major Dennis Bloodnok Rock'n'Roll Call rhumba 
Left, left, left, right left 
Quick, slow, quick, quick, slow In, out, in, in, out 
Pick up your gun, shove a bullet up the spout 
It's the dance they do from Spain to Pango-Pango 
It is a Major Dennis Bloodnok Rock'n'Roll Call Tango 
Coy, dum diddle, blow de how Bombay didde bowl of char Um diddle 

Minnie: Stop! Stop! Stop that sinful naughty record-type music. Stop 
it I say! Oh! Stop it! 

Bloodnok: Oh! Foddle me puckies and cril me topie. Why do my beady 
old eyes deceive me, or is it? No, no -- it can't be. But yes! It is! 
It's me old child hood sweetheart Spotty Minnie Bannister-- the 
darling of Roper's Light Horse Bless my soul. What are you doing 
here? Nothing catching I hope. 

Minnie: I just came to put my bag full of money in the bank. 

Bloodnok: Money! Money! Oh!!! Neddie, take Miss Bannister in a 
steaming love dance while I check her properties. One, two, three, 
four. 

Secombe: Change to the left, ladies to the right. All join hands -- 
panic.

Bloodnok: Bravado, bravado. What a voice! (What a bank balance!) I 
beg you, you gorgeous wanton. Give me some small token of your love 
and I will sing you a known military melody. Music, maestro. 

Plonk: (Right mate) 
You've got to rock'n'roll in a monetary manner 
If you want to earn a necessary tanner 
Take your pick while the picking's good 
If you never pick right, things will never get better 
When I hear the tink of money that is good news 
It drives away the Bloodnok Rock'n'Roll Call Blues 
So let there be, always some cash for me 
That will be mine, all mine! 
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