Hyde Park

Let's go get out Into Hyde Park Top cane reeks of a big cigar There are duels for the gents And so many happy ends For the ones Who walk into Hyde Park Eat a scone We can throw some stones In the pond We'll hear the city moan Oh it's playing so nearby Making melodies divines For the ones Who walk into Hyde Park Oh nobles like fresh air In the summer there's a fair The gallows are quite near Have good manners and dress neat Squirrels tap dancing for the locals In Hyde Park Girls and boys and some scoundrelites They roam around near the serpentine Oh they're singing songs For the lovers they have lost And they'll find some Into the bushes of Hyde Park Hyde Park La la la la Hyde Park La la la la Hyde Park La la la la Hyde Park