Medley: Liverpool Lullaby / Whiskey on a Sunday - Blueberry Hill/Sheila F. White
Oh you are a mucky kid
Dirty as a dustbin lid
When he hears the things that you did
You'll get a belt from yer dad
Oh you have your father's nose
So crimson in the dark it glows
If you're not asleep when the boozers close
You'll get a belt from yer dad
Although you have no silver spoon
Better days are coming soon
Our Nelly's working at the loom
And she gets paid on Friday
One day we'll make a splash
When Little woods provide the cash
We'll buy a house in Knotty Ash
And get your dad a brewery
Oh you are a mucky kid
Dirty as a dustbin lid
When he hears the things that you did
You'll get a belt from yer dad
Oh you have your father's face
You're growing up a real hard case
But there's no one can take your place
Go fast asleep for your mummy
He sits at the corner of Begger's Bush
Astride of an old packing crate
And three dancing dolls at the end of the plank
As he crooned with a smile on his face
Come day go day
Wish in me heart for Sunday
Drinking buttermilk all the week
Whiskey on a Sunday
His tired old hands worked the wooden beam
As the puppets they danced up and down
A better show now you ever never see
In the fanciest theatre in town
Come day go day
Wish in me heart for Sunday
Drinking buttermilk all the week
Whiskey on a Sunday
In 1902 old Seth Davie died
His song it was heard no more
The three dancing dolls in the dustbin were thrown
And the plank went to mend a back door
Come day go day
Wish in me heart for Sunday
Drinking buttermilk all the week
Whiskey on a Sunday
On some stormy night if you're passing that way
With the wind blowing up from the sea
You can still hear the song of old Seth Davie
As he croons to his dancing dolls three
Come day go day
Wish in me heart for Sunday
Drinking buttermilk all the week
Whiskey on a Sunday
Drinking buttermilk all the week
Whiskey on a Sunday