A Cup of Tea

A CUP OF TEA

 

 

We were walking through the jungle the other day

When we spied something standing in our way.

There stood the meanest Japanese we ever did seen

And an English gentleman, a jolly old bean.

 

            Japanese:         “You burld blidge ovah my liver Kwai.”

 

            Englishman:     “Eh, what? Oh, I say ol’ chop, I

                                    Shall nevah build a bloody bridge

                                    Over your blimy rivah!”

 

            Japanese:         “Ah, so? You no no burld blidge

                                    Ovah my liver? Kwai not?”

 

            Englishman:     “Because it’s time to ‘ave a cup o’ tea.”

 

We’re walking through the jungle a year ago,

Goin’ through the jungle and progress was slow.

We looked out through the bushes and what did we see?

Ohh!  Ou ou ou ou ou ou ou ou-ou-ou-eeee!

There was a flying saucer sitting there

And little green men running everywhere.

We did not know what to do, except to turn around,

But much to our own surprise they had us surround.

 

            Saucerman:      “’Ay, there, ol’ chips, ‘ave a cup o’ tea?”

 

We walked through the jungle with those outer space cats.

They were educated, and that was that.

I do not know where they ever got that hip language,

But it sounded like they came from Oxford College.

 

            Saucerman:      “Are you sure you won’t ‘ave a spot o’ tea?’

 

We got in the space ship and we took right off.

We were flying around in the flying sauce

And heading for the moon and Explorer Two,

When one of them said to my good friend, “You…

 

            …Must ‘ave a spot o’ tea.

            ‘Tis good, you’ll see.

            We came from outer space,

            Got educated in that Oxford place.”

If ever you’re walking through the jungle and you come upon a scene

            Where a Japanese fellow is talking with a soldier of the queen

            About a bridge to be built over a river,

            Look around for a little green sliver

            Of men who speak with something like an Oxford accent

            And offer you their tea for not a single cent,

                        Then say:

 

                                    “Look, my man, we’ll take some

                                    Of your tea, if you’ll build

                                    His bloody bridge across the

                                    Blimy river. We’re going to

                                    Blow it up, you know.