Circus
Songbook
Umpy Didle
by Steve C
first sung in the shed at Hunters Yard with the chorus written out on a roll of wallpaper!
first sung in the shed at Hunters Yard with the chorus written out on a roll of wallpaper!
Chorus:
Umpy dumpy dumpy didle,
Umpy dumpy dumpy didle,
Umpy dumpy dumpy didle doo
(spoken) Mind the cruiser!
Umpy dumpy dumpy didle,
Umpy dumpy dumpy didle,
Umpy dumpy dumpy didle doo
All you Harriers/Mallards/Kestrels sing and shout it, never any doubt about it,
If your land-bound image you would lose.
If your nerves are never-failing, and you want to come a-sailing,
Harriers/Mallards/Kestrels is the perfect cruise.
Mrs. B does all the cooking, food was never better looking,
Egon Ronay takes a second glance.
When the surplus Harriers/Mallards/Kestrels porridge lines the river beds at Norwich,
River weed just doesn't stand a chance.
Skippers filled with nervous tension, glance around with apprehension,
They have sailed with JB/Alan once before.
Soon their nerves will cease to stand it, and together they'll demand it,
......... must be our Commodore.
Skippers, when you first set eyes on that nice bridge on the horizon,
Please remember that you have a mast.
Else when you are blandly peering at that feat of engineering,
It may lower itself a little too fast.
When on water's wide expanses don't take any foolish chances,
Other craft may head towards you now.
While you're idly speculating on the beat course to be taking,
You may find you've lost your starboard bow.
Cruiser men with looks of worry into banks all seem to hurry,
When confronted by our gallant crews.
Boatyard owners look frustrated, one by one they've calculated,
Just how many boats they stand to lose.
All you Harriers/Mallards/Kestrels sing and shout it, never any doubt about it,
If your land-bound image you would lose.
If your nerves are never-failing, and you want to come a-sailing,
Harriers/Mallards/Kestrels is the perfect cruise.
Umpy dumpy dumpy didle,
Umpy dumpy dumpy didle,
Umpy dumpy dumpy didle doo
(spoken) Mind the cruiser!
Umpy dumpy dumpy didle,
Umpy dumpy dumpy didle,
Umpy dumpy dumpy didle doo
All you Harriers/Mallards/Kestrels sing and shout it, never any doubt about it,
If your land-bound image you would lose.
If your nerves are never-failing, and you want to come a-sailing,
Harriers/Mallards/Kestrels is the perfect cruise.
Mrs. B does all the cooking, food was never better looking,
Egon Ronay takes a second glance.
When the surplus Harriers/Mallards/Kestrels porridge lines the river beds at Norwich,
River weed just doesn't stand a chance.
Skippers filled with nervous tension, glance around with apprehension,
They have sailed with JB/Alan once before.
Soon their nerves will cease to stand it, and together they'll demand it,
......... must be our Commodore.
Skippers, when you first set eyes on that nice bridge on the horizon,
Please remember that you have a mast.
Else when you are blandly peering at that feat of engineering,
It may lower itself a little too fast.
When on water's wide expanses don't take any foolish chances,
Other craft may head towards you now.
While you're idly speculating on the beat course to be taking,
You may find you've lost your starboard bow.
Cruiser men with looks of worry into banks all seem to hurry,
When confronted by our gallant crews.
Boatyard owners look frustrated, one by one they've calculated,
Just how many boats they stand to lose.
All you Harriers/Mallards/Kestrels sing and shout it, never any doubt about it,
If your land-bound image you would lose.
If your nerves are never-failing, and you want to come a-sailing,
Harriers/Mallards/Kestrels is the perfect cruise.