BOODALES (End of Term)


Lyrics by Roger Coghill

Prechorus:

Caloo Calay, It’s holiday

We’re off to make our getaway.


Verse1:

Come on pater, where’s your motor?

Don your jacket and straw boater

Have the chauffeur bring the Rolls,

Come and rescue us poor souls.


Verse2:

First back to our stately home,

Then to Paris, then to Rome

St Tropez’s in easy reach,

Lying naked on the beach.


Chorus:

Caloo, Calay, It’s holiday!

We’re off to make our getaway.

Carpe Diem, snatch the day,

Goodbye, Boodales, come what may!


Verse3:

Our school porter, he is no fool

He knows the words to Roedean School (up school, up school, up school)

Goodbye Charlotte, goodbye Eve

Giss a kiss before you leave.


Verse4

Summer is a cumin in;

We’re ready for a little sin.

Goodbye English, goodbye French

Goodbye Latin, - what a wrench!


Chorus


Verse5:

You can skip the light fandango

Here comes daddy in his Lambo

Only know the hols are starting

When I see pa’s Aston Martin.


Verse6:

Goodbye girlies have some fun

Lazing in the summer sun.

There’ll be stories to remember

When we see you in September.




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