Mrs. Thursday
Shall I return at six o'clock as usual my lady?
Yes James, that would be lovely
Mrs. Thursday came to tea at the same locality
As she did last week, and the week before
There was a band who were grand on the stand playing
And all the people talked and talked and talked and talked
Have you heard that misses Payne is expecting once again
How man' is that now?
I think it's seven
Seven? Seven
And the band who were grand on the stand kept on playing
And all the people talked and talked and talked and talked
And the band who were grand on the stand kept on playing
And all the people talked and talked and talked and talked
Who's that knockin at the door?
It's the reverend of the law, he's late as usual, but just in time
To hear the band who were grand on the stand, keep on playing
And all the people talked and talked and talked and talked
Tea and cottage on the lawn
Mrs. Thurday gives a yawn and thinks sadly
It's time to go but the band
Who were grand on the stand kept on playing
And all the people talked and talked and talked and talked
Talked and talked and talked etc. Etc
Senhora Thursday
Devo voltar às seis horas, como sempre, minha senhora?
Sim James, isso seria adorável
Mrs. Thursday veio tomar um chá na mesma localidade
Como ela fez na semana passada, e na semana anterior
Havia uma banda que era grande na platéia tocando
E todas as pessoas conversaram e conversaram e conversaram e conversaram
Você já ouviu falar que falta Payne está esperando mais uma vez
Como é o homem agora?
Acho que são sete
Sete? Sete
E a banda que era grande no palco continuou tocando
E todas as pessoas conversaram e conversaram e conversaram e conversaram
E a banda que era grande no palco continuou tocando
E todas as pessoas conversaram e conversaram e conversaram e conversaram
Quem está batendo na porta?
É o reverendo da lei, ele está atrasado como sempre, mas bem a tempo
Para ouvir a banda que era grande na platéia, continue tocando
E todas as pessoas conversaram e conversaram e conversaram e conversaram
Chá e chalé no gramado
A Sra. Thurday dá um bocejo e pensa com tristeza
É hora de ir, mas a banda
Quem era grandioso no estande continuou jogando
E todas as pessoas conversaram e conversaram e conversaram e conversaram
Conversei e conversei e conversei etc. Etc