Songtexte Under the Blasted Oak - George Formby

A miser old,
Once hid his gold,
Beneath a ruined tree.
My girl and I,
We set out to try,
And find that LSD.

The lightning flashed,
The thunder roared,
The wind it blew,
And the rain it poured,
As we searched for the misers hoard,
Under the blasted oak.

My girl said,
I feel damp,
I′ve got the creeps,
And I've got the cramp,
Standing here without me gamp,
Under the blasted oak.

That miser was wiser,
Than ever I could be,
He blessed his wealth, then he blessed himself,
But he put a curse on me.

I dug around the fungus plants,
Bitten by a million ants,
A swarm of bees settled down my pants,
Under the blasted oak.

I said we′ll share equal shares,
She caught my hand,
And I caught hers,
A mad bull caught me unawares,
Under the blasted oak.

My pants were torn fore and aft,
I got wild when my girl laughed,
And said I'll bet you feel a draft,
Under the blasted oak.

That miser was wiser,
Than ever I could be,
He blessed his wealth, then he blessed himself,
But he put a curse on me.

While searching for that LSD,
A flock of pigeons in the tree,
Soon showed me what they thought of me,
Under the blasted oak.

Suddenly, a silence fell,
A ghost appeared,
I gave a yell,
I cried "That miser's here as well!"
Under the blasted oak.

Then that ghost all dressed in white,
Said as he hugged my girl tight,
"It′s turned out nice again tonight"
Under the blasted oak.

That miser was wiser,
Than ever I could be,
He blessed his wealth, then he blessed himself,
But he put a curse on me.

To prove that ghost was just a cheat,
I gently lifted up his sheet,
And kicked him in his dark retreat,
Under the blasted oak.

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