Robert Charlebois - Mr. Plum paroles de (lyrics)
[Robert Charlebois - Mr. Plum paroles de lyrics]
The curious person is Mr Plum never Plum
Though he had a one foot leg
A one foot trunk
& a head going one foot high
He juggled daggers without buzz
& sent them flashing through the sky
Always a child & never a man poor Mr Plum
The dwarf he courted Big Bella the bareback
Rider & tried her
He juggled she rode
Soon were the appearance of an angelic son
Who caught their days & stole their nights
They called him Gabriel
Always a child & never a man glad Mr plum
The dwarf
Sweet Gabriel brought them joy
For seven years blast all fears
Then suddenly to the dwarf’s dismay
This brillant boy grew taller day by day
Soon the son outgrew his heir
And joy to jealousy gave away
Always a child & never a man sad Mr plum
The dwarf
Poor Mr Plum grew sick & cold with envy
With envy
Then one night the moon in his head
& moaning in secret he wished his son dead
A roar of rath he flashed his knife
& Severed Gabriel’s head
Always a child & never a man mad Mr plum
The dwarf
As favour to the of the condemned
Like a friend the hangman
But the mad dwarf shouting shattered the
No I want to die like a man
And the hangman he
No longer a child at last a man … Mr Plum
The dwarf (x 9)
Though he had a one foot leg
A one foot trunk
& a head going one foot high
He juggled daggers without buzz
& sent them flashing through the sky
Always a child & never a man poor Mr Plum
The dwarf he courted Big Bella the bareback
Rider & tried her
He juggled she rode
Soon were the appearance of an angelic son
Who caught their days & stole their nights
They called him Gabriel
Always a child & never a man glad Mr plum
The dwarf
Sweet Gabriel brought them joy
For seven years blast all fears
Then suddenly to the dwarf’s dismay
This brillant boy grew taller day by day
Soon the son outgrew his heir
And joy to jealousy gave away
Always a child & never a man sad Mr plum
The dwarf
Poor Mr Plum grew sick & cold with envy
With envy
Then one night the moon in his head
& moaning in secret he wished his son dead
A roar of rath he flashed his knife
& Severed Gabriel’s head
Always a child & never a man mad Mr plum
The dwarf
As favour to the of the condemned
Like a friend the hangman
But the mad dwarf shouting shattered the
No I want to die like a man
And the hangman he
No longer a child at last a man … Mr Plum
The dwarf (x 9)