"Widow Twankey's Song" lyrics
Norrie Paramor & His Orchestra Lyrics
(feat. Charles Granville & Mike Sammes)
(from "Aladdin And His Wonderful Lamp" soundtrack)
Whether you're rich, whether you're poor
It's always nice to have money
Whether it rains or whether it shines
It's always nice, if it's sunny
Why don't we get together
And double all of our money
And if you would marry me
We'd be much more than just chummy
Married to you, it's not so good
You know that's all that I'm short of
Seeing your face every day
Is not the life that I've thought of
Why should we get together
I would not be so foolish
I will not marry you
You're not much more than plain foolish
Look at me now, now that I'm rich
I'm simply weighed down with money
Diamonds and gold, rubies and pearls
My life is all milk and honey
Champagne, the best caviar
Served on fine golden platters
Besides, marry is so congruent
You're just tangling tah-tahs
Well I can see that you are rich
But I tell you that I am richer
As for my robes, Siamese silk
I think I look a fine picture
I have hundreds of servants
Waiting at my beckon call
And if I clap my hands, in they'd come
At my feet they'd fall
I've got a house and acres of land
With lovely parkland around it
Well my bathroom, just one bathroom
Would very easily surround it
So now we both can see that
We don't need each other
Why don't we string along
Just like sister and brother
It's always nice to have money
Whether it rains or whether it shines
It's always nice, if it's sunny
Why don't we get together
And double all of our money
And if you would marry me
We'd be much more than just chummy
Married to you, it's not so good
You know that's all that I'm short of
Seeing your face every day
Is not the life that I've thought of
Why should we get together
I would not be so foolish
I will not marry you
You're not much more than plain foolish
Look at me now, now that I'm rich
I'm simply weighed down with money
Diamonds and gold, rubies and pearls
My life is all milk and honey
Champagne, the best caviar
Served on fine golden platters
Besides, marry is so congruent
You're just tangling tah-tahs
Well I can see that you are rich
But I tell you that I am richer
As for my robes, Siamese silk
I think I look a fine picture
I have hundreds of servants
Waiting at my beckon call
And if I clap my hands, in they'd come
At my feet they'd fall
I've got a house and acres of land
With lovely parkland around it
Well my bathroom, just one bathroom
Would very easily surround it
So now we both can see that
We don't need each other
Why don't we string along
Just like sister and brother
