Bangers And Mash
Composer(s): David Lee - Herbert Kretzmer
Performer(s): Peter Sellers & Sophia Loren
Him: I met her down in Napoli and didn't she look great?
And so I brought her back to Blighty just to show me mates
And though we're married happily I'll tell you furthermore
I haven't had a decent meal since 1944
Her: Eat your minestrone, Joe
Him: That's all you ever say
Her: Eat your macaroni, Joe
Him: Ever blinking day
Her: No wonder you're so bony, Joe, and skinny as a rake
Him: Well then, give us a bash at the bangers and mash me mother used to make
Him: Bangers and mash
Her: Minestrone
Him: Bangers and mash
Her: Macaroni
Him: Give us a bash at the bangers and mash me mother used to make
Her: Eat your tagliatelle, Joe
Him: That's all I've heard for years
Her: Eat your vermicelli, Joe
Him: It's coming out me ears!
Her: You've got to fill your belly, Joe, Joe for heaven's sake!
Him: Well then, give us a bash at the bangers and mash me mother used to make
Her: Well alright!
Him: Bangers and mash
Her: Tagliatelle
Him: Bangers and mash
Her: Vermicelli
Him: Give us a bash at the bangers and mash me mother used to make
Reporter: 1943: Allied forces land in Italy
Him: There's a smashing-looking bird over there, Bert
I think she's showing out there
Bert: [Camp] Well why don't you chat her up, then?
Him: Right
Bon-giorno, sig-noreena there
Here, are you married?
Her: Drop-a dead-a
Him: There you are, you can't have a fairer answer than that, can you?
Her: I met him back in Italy, so dashing and good-looking
He wined me and he dined me every night
He said I smiled so prettily and how he loved my cooking
But since he's married me it seems he's lost his appetite
Him: Eat-a your tagliatelle, Soph
Her: That's all you ever say
Him: Eat-a your vermicelli, Soph
Her: Ooh! Every blooming day
Him: You've-a got to fill your belly, Soph, Soph for heaven's sake!
Her: Well then, give us a bash at the bangers and mash your mother used to make
Him: Bangers and-a mash
Her: Minestrone
Him: Bangers and-a mash
Her: Macaroni
Him: Give me a bash with the banger and the mash like the same one that your mother was what are you laughing at now?
Now, this is miserable, please!
Her: Joe?
Him: Yes?
Her: Why don't you belt up, or I'll give you a punch up the throat!
Him: Now she's-a tells me
Ha! Mamma mia!
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