I GOT UP ON SATURDAY TO DECORATE THE HALL.
MY NEIGHBOUR GAVE HER VIEW AND SAID IT DIDN'T WANT DOING AT ALL.
BUT I THOUGHT IT WAS GRUBBY WHEN I POPPED ON MY SPECS.
TO HAVE A LICK OF PAINT AND PAPER NO HARM WHAT THE HECK!!
I'D BOUGHT SOME PAINT FOR TOP HALF WHICH WAS LOVELY WHITE AS SNOW.
GOT OUT MY TOOLS AND SAID COME ON GIRL YOU CAN GO GIRL GO!!
MY ONLY FEAR THE STEPLADDERS CLIMBING TO THE TOP.
I IMAGINED I WAS 21 SAID OH! UP THEM GIRL YOU'LL HOP.
BEFORE I STARTED OUT I QUICKLY TOOK ANOTHER LOOK.
AT A PICTURE I HAD FOUND I LIKED IN A DECOR BOOK.
YES THATS HOW I WOULD LIKE IT EXCITED I SAID TO MYSELF.
IT'LL LOOK REAL NICE WHEN FINISHED AND PLACED BACK MY MIRROR AND SHELF.
SO THEN I NEEDED BRUSHES AND AN APRON TO PUT ON.
I'D ALREADY GOT THEM OUT ONCE BUT I COULDN'T FIND WHERE THEY'D GONE.
I SEARCHED AROUND AND WONDERED WHEREVER CAN THEY BE.
I'D ONLY GOT THEM READY ON FRIDAY ROUND ABOUT THREE.
MY SPARE ROOM IS NOT SORTED YET FROM WHEN I MOVED IN HERE.
ONLY A COUPLE OF MONTHS AGO NOW AND THERES ALSORTS STUCK IN THERE.
SO I LIFTED THIS AND LIFTED THAT AMAZING WHAT I HAD.
WHEN SUDDENLY I SPOTTED THERE A ROLLER WITH SPONGE PAD.
OH! THIS WILL DO THE JOB GREAT TWO TICKS AND IT WILL BE DONE.
YOU ALL KNOW ME BY NOW OF COURSE I THOUGHT OH! THIS WILL BE FUN.
I'M THINKING GETTING EXERSIZE AND THAT WILL DO ME GOOD.
WHEN FROM A SHELF IN MY SPARE ROOM COMES CRASHING DOWN SOME WOOD.
IT HIT ME ON THE HEAD I SAID WELL THATS A FINE START NOW.
BUT I'M GOING TO CARRY ON AND GET THE JOB DONE SOME OLD HOW.
I STILL COULDN'T FIND MY APRON SO I TOOK A DUSTBIN BAG.
A HOLE I CUT FOR MY HEAD AND ARMS SO YES WELL CLAD.
THE PAINT TIN IT WAS HEAVY IN FACT IT WEIGHED A TON.
GOOD GRIEF I THOUGHT MY ARM WILL DROP OFF BY THE TIME IV'E DONE.
I COULDN'T FIND A PAINT TRAY SO I GOT AN OLD MEAT TIN.
TIPPED SOME OF THE PAINT OUT WHILE HALF OF IT RAN IN.
STEADILY I CLIMED TO THE TOP I DID MY VERY BEST.
THEN USED THE TOP STEP FOR MY MEAT TIN THERE FOR IT TO REST.
STARTED SPLASHING UP AND DOWN ROUND THE ROLLER FLEW.
I WAS DOING IT LIKE LIGHTENING THEN THE END DROPPED OFF I KNEW!!!
FLIPPING HECK I SHOUTED WHERES MY ROLLER GONE.
IT HAD SPLATTERED TO THE FLOOR AND I WAS TIGHTLY HANGING ON.
THERE IN MID AIR FOR MY LIFE AT THE VERY TOP.
STEP BY STEP I CAME BACK DOWN I DARN'T LOOK DOWN OR STOP.
I BANGED MY ELBOW ON THE DOOR KNOB WHAT A SHOCK I GOT.
SHOUTED IV'E HAD ENOUGH OF THIS!! THE DECOR IT CAN ROT.
I THREW THE HANDLE OF THE ROLLER RIGHT OUT OF MY HAND.
THAT HIT THE RADIATOR WITH A MIGHTY BANG.
WONDERING IF I'D DAMAGED IT I STEPPED OUT TO MY RIGHT.
KNOCKED THE LADDERS THE MEAT TIN TIPPED OH! WHAT A FLIPPING SIGHT.
I WAS COVERED IN WHITE EMULSION FROM MY HEAD DOWN TO MY TOE.
THE DOORBELL RANG AND I THOUGHT ARHHHHH!! WHO'S THIS I DON'T KNOW.
THEN IT BUZZED AGAIN WONDERING WHO CAN THIS BE THEN.
STEPPED TO ONE SIDE FORGETTING MYSELF AND STOOD IN THE TIN AG-EN.
MY NEIGHBOUR SHOUTS ARE YOU OK KATH I SHOUTS YES I'M FINE.
BUT I CANNOT OPEN THE DOOR MAGGIE IT'S DECORATING TIME.
OH! SHE SAID I HEARD THE BANG AND WONDERED WHAT IT WAS.
I DIDN'T TELL HER WHAT I'D DONE QUITE SIMPLY BECAUSE.
I KNEW SHE WOULD PLAY POP WITH ME AND SAY YOU ARE TOO OLD.
TO BE CLIMBING UP THEM LADDERS AS THIS SH'ED ALREADY TOLD.
I CALLED OUT SORRY MAGGIE I CANNOT OPEN THE DOOR.
IV'E GOT SOME SHEETS DOWN FOR PAINTING SPREAD AROUND THE FLOOR.
SHE REPLIED OH! THATS OK! KATH AS LONG AS YOUR ALRIGHT.
UNDER MY BREATH I WISPERED OH! YES I'M COVERED IN WHITE.
FLIPPING THICK EMULSION WITH A LUMP UPON MY HEAD.
MY BIG TOE I HAD KNOCKED UP AND WISHED I'D CALLED ON FRED.
TO PAINT AND PAPER MY SMALL HALL BEFORE I TRIED ALONE.
THEN A MEMORY CAME FLOATING BACK TO ME WHEN A GIRL AT HOME.
THIS MESS THAT IWAS IN WAS FROM THE PAINT OUT OF A TIN.
BUT MY MEMORY WAS OF PASTE AND MY THOUGHT' S WENT STRAIGHT TO HIM.
ABOUT A SONG MY FATHER USED TO SING WHEN I WAS YOUNG.
SO I THOUGHT I'D WRITE IT HERE FOR YOU I HOPE YOU FIND IT FUN.
by
R. P. Weston
Performed by Billy Williams
Our parlour wanted papering,
And Pa says it was waste
To call a paperhanger in,
And so he made some paste.
He bought some rolls of paper,
Got a ladder and a brush
And with my mummy's nightgown on,
At it he made a rush.
Chorus:
When Father papered the parlour
You couldn't see him for paste
Dabbing it here! dabbing it there!
Paste and paper everywhere
Mother was stuck to the ceiling
The children stuck to the floor
I never knew a blooming family
So 'stuck up' before.
The pattern was 'blue roses'
with its leaves red, white, and brown;
He'd stuck it wrong way up and now,
we all walk upside down.
And when he trimm'd the edging
off the paper with the shears,
The cat got underneath it,
and dad cut off both its ears.
Soon dad fell down the stairs
and dropp'd his paperhanger's can
On little Henrietta sitting there
with her young man,
The paste stuck them together,
as we thought t'would be for life,
We had to fetch the parson in
to make them man and wife.
We're never going to move away
from that house any more
For Father's gone and stuck the chairs
and table to the floor,
We can't find our piano,
thoughit's broad and rather tall,
We think that it's behind the paper
Pa stuck on the wall.
Now, Father's sticking in the pub,
through treading in the paste,
And all the family's so upset,
they've all gone pasty faced.
While Pa says, now that Ma has spread
the news from north to south,
He wishes he had dropped a blob
of paste in Mother's mouth. (Haaaaaaaa)
SO NOW YOU KNOW WHY IV'E CALLED OFF MY DECOR SATURDAY.
AS LIKE FATHER SANG I COULD SEE MYSELF ENDING UP JUST THE SAME WAY.
IV'E NOW JUST RANG UP FRED HE'S CALLING ROUND TOMORROW TEA.
SO I'M SCRUBBING NOW IN THE BATH TUB ALL THE PAINT OFF ME.
WHEN FREDS ALL DONE AND DUSTED AND MAGGY CALLS ON ME .
I HOPE I HAVN'T BEEN PAPERED OVER LIKE PA DID
HE -HE-HE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!