The country's
Topsy-turvy
From its latest
Parlour game
We talk about this
Pimpernel from
Night to morn'
We dress ourselves
In scarlet as a
Tribute to his
Name
You'd think that
Good Sir Galahad
Had been reborn
But the jackanapes
Is always runnin'
Round in some
Disguise
Who he is, the
Devil only knows
It's unfortunate
To note curiosity
just grows
And grows
Is he Vulgarian,
Or sleek?
Authoritarian,
Or meek?
I hear he's steely
As you please
I hear he's
Really Japanese
He may be shrewed
He may be lewd
Well, it's hard
To tell...who is,
The Scarlet,
Pimpernel?
Lud love me
But I'm tired
Of the subject
Draggin ' on
Here, here!
The fella's just
A man like you
Or me
These stories of
His bravery will
Only make me yawn
Precisely so
The Pimpernel
Does not move me
But the impudence
To keep himself
A secret from us all
And the arrogance
To make us guess
No, I do not care
To know his
ldentity nor
His address
But does he wear,
A rakish hat?
Oh, I can't
Bear it
If he's fat
Perhaps he
Swaggers on a
Heath
With sev'ral daggers
In his teeth
Oh, don't-cha
Know he's Romeo
To ev'ry
Madmoiselle
Th is blasted
Scarlet Pimpernel
I see him
As a pirate!
No a poet!
No, a prince!
A gypsy, mopping
Sweat upon
His brow
Might it be this,
Gypsy of yours,
Stands before you,
Now?
It could be him
It could be you
Odd's fish
It could be me!
That scallawag could
Be most any sod
Bite your tougue!
He's dashing
And young
The Pimpernel's
A god!
And he'll find me
And he'll wake me
And he'll take me
Down to the hay
With him
I'm his
But Lud knows
Who he is!
A hero or a monk?
A nero or a drunk?
Who is the,
Scarlet Pimpernel?
I say he 's weird
A lunatic
No doubt a beard
A nervous tic
Ten tender toes
Two languid lips
A Roman nose
And sev'ral whips
A lovely lad
A cursed cad
Oh, he's a saint
He ain't
This plucky nonpareil
This lucky
Bloody swell
Who is this,
Scarlet Pimpernel..?