Lyrics Victor E - GILBERT O SULLIVAN

This pleasure book I'm writing doesn't give me any thrill
All it does is prove conclusively where there's a way, there's will
Who, by the way, along with Mary, Peter, Patsy and Paul
Had the cheek to turn the other when the other was on the ball
It will be done, thy will be come, not this or that or thee
But something far more mature, like Victory
Oh, I can't forget the moment of my very first affair
When the lights were low, the music so soft, Fred, my record player
Began to do the two-step, side by side, my prize antique
And before you know it, there they were, engaging cheek to cheek
It will be done, thy will be come, not this or that or thee
But something far more mature, like Victory
If ever there's a moment I feel absolutely sure
That what I'm about to verge upon won't rate the least obscure
Then just to recap on that point, I'd like now this to say
When the Indians begin to charge, what will the cavalry play?
It will be done, thy will be come, not this or that or thee
But something far more mature, like Victory
It will be done, thy will be come, not this or that or thee
But something far more mature, like Victory
Victor A, Victor B
Victor C, Victor D