| All lined up in a wedding group
|
| 'Ere we are for a photograph
|
| We’re all dressed up in a morning suit
|
| All trying hard not to laugh
|
| Since the early caveman in his fur
|
| Took a trip to Gretna Green
|
| There’s always been a photographer
|
| To record the 'appy scene
|
| 'Old it, flash, bang, wallop, what a picture
|
| What a picture, what a photograph
|
| Poor old soul, blimey, what a joke
|
| Hat blown off in a cloud of smoke
|
| Clap 'ands, stamp yer feet
|
| Bangin' on the big bass drum
|
| What a picture, what a picture
|
| Um-tiddly-um-pum-um-pum-pum
|
| Stick it in your fam’ly album
|
| (Thanks very much, one more picture. Hold it!)
|
| The same thing 'appened long ago
|
| When man was in his prime
|
| And what went on we only know
|
| From the snaps he took at the time
|
| When Adam and Eve in their birthday suit
|
| Decided to get wed
|
| As Adam was about to taste the fruit
|
| The man with the cam’ra said
|
| 'Old it, flash, bang, wallop, what a picture
|
| What a picture, what a photograph
|
| Poor old Eve, there with nothing on
|
| Face all red and 'er fig leaf gone
|
| Clap 'ands, stamp yer feet
|
| Bangin' on the big bass drum, W-e-e-a-ay!
|
| What a picture, what a picture
|
| Um-tiddly-um-pum-um-pum-pum
|
| Stick it in your fam’ly album
|
| (Thanks very much. One more picture, hold it!)
|
| You’ve read it in a folio
|
| Or seen it in a Shakespeare play
|
| How Juliet fell for Romeo
|
| In the merry month of May
|
| And as 'e climbed the orchard wall
|
| To reach 'is lady fair
|
| As he tumbled, she began to bawl
|
| As he floated through the air
|
| 'Old it, flash, bang, wallop, what a picture
|
| What a picture, what a photograph
|
| Poor young chap, what a night 'e spent
|
| Tights all torn and 'is rapier bent
|
| Clap 'ands, stamp yer feet
|
| Bangin' on the big bass drum, W-e-e-a-ay!
|
| What a picture, what apicture
|
| Um-tiddly-um-pum-um-pum-pum
|
| Stick it in your fam’ly album
|
| (One more picture, hold it!)
|
| King 'Enry the Eighth had several wives
|
| Including Anne Boleyn
|
| And he kept an album of their lives
|
| With all their photos in
|
| As Anne Boleyn was on her knees
|
| Dressed in her very best frock
|
| King 'Enry shouted, «Smile, Dear, please»
|
| As 'er 'ead rolled off the block
|
| 'Old it, flash, bang, wallop, what a picture
|
| What a picture, what a photograph
|
| Comes the print in a little while
|
| Lost 'er 'ead, but she kept 'er smile
|
| Clap 'ands, stamp yer feet, Ye-e-a-y!
|
| Bangin' on the big bass drum
|
| What a picture, what a picture
|
| Um-tiddly-um-pum-um-pum-pum
|
| Stick it in your fam’ly album
|
| (Thank you very much. One more picture, hold it!)
|
| When Napoleon married Josephine
|
| There was just the same to-do
|
| He galloped home from the battle scene
|
| All the way from Waterloo
|
| And as he came from orf 'is 'orse
|
| To the boudoir where she sat
|
| She said to 'im, in French of course
|
| As he took of his big cocked 'at
|
| 'Old it, flash, bang, wallop, what a picture
|
| What a picture, what a photograph
|
| There she was, with a big Hussar
|
| All caught up in 'er oh-la-la
|
| Clap 'ands, stamp yer feet, Ye-e-a-y!
|
| Bangin' on the big bass drum
|
| What a picture, what a picture
|
| Um-tiddly-um-pum-um-pum-pum
|
| Stick it in your fam’ly album
|
| Stick it in your fam’ly
|
| Stick it in your fam’ly
|
| In your fam’ly album! |