Noël Coward - Josephine Lyrics |
The English playwright, actor, singer and songwriter Noël Coward - Josephine Lyrics
The lady was beautiful The lady was dark She wasn't too beautiful But still left her mark On volumes of history And thousands of Czechs And all through the mystery Of old devil sex Josephine
Josephine From the first was rather chic As a tot She would trot Through the island of Martinique Her fortune was told By and aged crone Who prophesied fame and romance Who hissed in her ear the outrageous idea That she's also be empress of France
Josephine Josephine Had with men a set routine And the people who thought that her technique was self taught Didn't know Josephine
Whatever she nearly did from five to fifteen We know that she really did begin the beguine On first meeting Bonaparte She murmured "Hell's bells!" You'll let down the throne apart From everything else Josephine
Josephine Very seldom lost control Though her wit Was a bit Over seasoned with sauce Creole
She very soon married this short young man Who talked about soldiers all day But who wasn't above making passionate love In a coarse rather Corsican way
Josephine Wasn't keen She made an ugly scene Then Napoleon cried You are just talking through Your Josephine
Josephine Josephine Though a queen remained at home While her lord was abroad Sending postcards in code from Rome He often appeared with a three day beard From Austria Poland or Spain And one dreadful night He arrived rather tight Having mucked up the Russian campaign
Josephine Turning green Cried "Whatever does this mean?" Then Napoleon cried "Whoops!" I have lost all my troops In the snow Josephine
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