Foggy Halls & Fine Teas

(hahaha) When the yellow fog is thick as soup outside the windowpane

And the omnibus is splashing through the cold Victorian rain There's a

remedy in London town that never fails to please Just light the

little gas-burner and get upon your knees!

For a proper cup of tea!

(yes, a proper cup!) It's the cure for you and me!

(pour it out!) Let the gaslight flicker low While the steam begins

to blow Give me a proper,

piping-hot cup of tea! (hooray!)

Now some may preach of fancy wine imported from the West

And others swear that brandy punch is what they like the best

But when the heavy dampness clings to collar and to sleeve There’s

only one salvation that a cockney can believe!

For a proper cup of tea!

(yes, a proper cup!) It's the cure for you and me!

(pour it out!) Let the gaslight flicker low While the steam begins

to blow Give me a proper,

piping-hot cup of tea! (ooh-lah-lah!)

Just a simple leaf in water,

boiling hot

and sweet (ahhhh)

That's the only real companion

on a London street!

"Good health to you all!"