The Greatest Great Escape - song lyrics
This time he's gone too far
He clips the motorcar
Ha! And yet strangely here we are
A friend is still a friend
Our challenge has begun
To undo what he's done
A felon on the run!
A friend is still a friend
But if he's heading homeward
Alas I fear the worst
With the stoats and weasels there
We have to find him first
We won't live with regret
The fight's not over yet
So let us not forget
A friend is still a friend
Oh, mister engine driver!
Make it faster
Take me thither
I'm a folly fiend
There's disaster
If we dither
Can you build up more speed?
There's no hurrying a just swallow
Though you told me is true
That's a worry, we're being followed
By a kalamazoo
And as the fields we passed became a blur
We were at what the suit of him, slash her
He used his wit and cunning
And a wash, a woman's cane
A fine charade in which he made the greatest, great escape!
So why were you in prison?
For nothing!
A mere bagatelle
I borrowed a motorcar while the owner was at lunch
Well their gainin' I'm not joking
They are closing the gap
Stop complaining just keep stoking
Chop, chop! There's a good chap!
Well their quicker and their lighter
We are losing control
Let's not bicker, I'm a fighter
Just keep shoveling coal!
With a good head of steam we went full helt
So that toad would have his collar belt
Could you jump from the train do you think?
Would you might be able to stop?
Of course I can't stop
They're bearing down on us like a wolf on the fold
I'll hold the break down and you get ready
How exactly would I?
Like this
And as the trains raced on the pistons hissed
There was a toad-ish grunt, we sunk our fist
It may take lots to caught him
But a fast was taking shape
A thought about what was no doubt the greatest great escape
Poop poop!
We must find him
We must catch him
Though we're losing ascent
Go behind him
We can match him
We don't know where he went
This is silly
And confusing
But he's running a lot
It's humiliating losing
To a toad in a frock
Life goes by with a clippity-clop
Clippity-clop!
You choose where and when you should stop
The open road was somewhat mental
I swapped it for life without the roar of traffic
A lighter load, a pace that's gentle
Is certain to impress an older demographic
So! Your in washing business
Oh, washing, owning, startching
All the gentry come to me!
And you enjoy it?
I simply duked on it, but then I had a talent for it
Well that's a bit of luck
Look at that pile of washing over there
Nevermind the washing what's for lunch?
Oh poot a lunch
Think of the fun in store for ya'
There's the top and the soap and the kettle
All set up for a day of joy
Oh, well if it comes to that I guess anybody can wash
To be messing about in a boat on the river with you
Doing me wash
It's one of those chores I prefer's ol' scrubber to do
Splishity splosh
As you will note with a girl of my figure
Sadly me smalls are a little bit bigger
Still we have plenty of soap and the water is free!
Nothings better than spending a day on the river with me
Watch the willows driftin' by
Yet to burst their buds
While I lay here warm and dry
Your up to your elbows in the suds!
Suffering fishhooks!
Hahaha!
Your as funny as anything I've seen on the olls
I will not be laughed at by an ignorant and ugly barge woman!
One more word and I'll put you through the mangle
Go put yourself through the mangle you old bag
And while your at iron your face and crimp it
Oh you really are a toad, a horrid, nasty, dirty, crawly toad
And on my ice-clean barge too
Now that is a thing I cannot have
Is that so my good woman
And what do you propose to do about it?
This!
Ahhhhhh!
Stop that toad!
As we have failed to catch toad on the barge
We are ashamed to say he's still at large
No doubt he thinks it funny to have pulled off such a jape
We rue the day he got away the greatest great escape
Toad was weary
Toad was groggy
And he felt like the tregs
Toad was teary
Toad was soggy
He was on his last legs
Then he staggered
And he stumbled
And he fell on one knee
Then the blaggers
Fainly mumbles
Please think fondly of me
Could that be the angels come to carry me afar?
No since when did angels ever drive a motorcar
This is my salvation
Though I got the strangest hunch
It's that very motorcar I stole that day at lunch!
Their paces slowed
The stars embowed
Well surely now the jig is up for vain and foolish Toad!
Old lady, hello, can you stand?
You, do not know me
Only for a poor old woman stranded by the roadside
May I assist you into the car?
You seem a little better a sudden
And I'll be better still if I could just feel the wind in my face
How sensible
If that, would you let me drive the car?
I was watching you coming and I found it very interesting
I'm quite revived
Well, if if would please you
It's simply a question of steering it while you press on that gently
This dainty little pedal here?
That's the one
So this pedal
Makes it faster
Should we give it a burst
Please don't meddle
You must master a-a few finer points first
This is really most reviving
C'mon let's see some spark!
You are clearly bad at driving!
Please pull over and park!
Oh for Heaven's sake you silly old washer woman
Get out of the driving seat this instant!
Silly old washer woman
Don't you know who I am?
You again!
I am the brave and fearless Toad you see
I am the king of escapology! (Let go of that wheel!)
A prison cannot hold me, at a wall to stand today (ahhhh!)
And in a flash, with great vinash
The toad of mystery, will make history
The greatest great escape!
(Ahahaha) (No!)
The greatest great escape!