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Al Duvall - Sixes And Sevens Lyrics

The house of Cecil Blevin’s at sixes and sevens
It hardly seems like Whitsuntide
The tetherball sits untied
The ouija board hid and cried
Oh what are we to do, the peacock has the flu
The mummy woke and wrecked the den
What with Cecil in Rhodesia suffering amnesia
Never to come home again

This headless house is hollow, our pampered pet Apollo
Whimpers by the gazing pool
Janinе went off to fainting school
Jasper lost a one-man duеl
Our neighbor Miss Biscotti
Ravishing and naughty
Coaxes Mum to swear off men
What with Cecil in Rhodesia suffering amnesia
Never to come home again

I lean alone and solemn against a broken column
Succumbing to consumption’s fate
A fleeting vision comes too late
A bushman at the garden gate
My soul has flown to Glory, and so to end my story
The Reaper’s fingers guide my pen
What with Cecil in Rhodesia suffering amnesia
Never to come home again