I once had a whim and I had to obey it
To buy mum a dood from a second-hand shop.
I polished it up and I asked her to play it
In spite of the neighbours, who begged her to stop.
To sound that dood, she had to develop her embouchure.
She found that dood was a bit of devil to play.
So artfully long, to give you a song,
A beautiful song, so rich and... wrong.
Oh the hours she had spend before she mastered it in the end.
But that was yesterday, and just today
She looked in the usual place.
There was the case, but the dood itself was missing.
Oh where can it have gone?
Haven't you, hasn't anyone seen her dood?
Oh where can it have gone?
Oh what a blow! Now she knows, she's unable to play her allegro.
Who swiped that dood?
I bet you a quid, somebody did!
Knowing she'd found a concerto and wanted to play it
Afraid of her talent at playing the dood.
For early today to her utter dismay
It had vanished away and now cannot be viewed.
She's lost that dood. She knows she was using it yesterday.
She's lost that dood, lost that dood, found that dood... remo'ed.
There's not much hope of getting it back,
Though she'd willingly play a reward.
She knows some hearty folks whose party joke's
Pretending to dance around nude.
Come away! Come away!
Was it one of them took it away?
Will you kindly return that dood? Where is the devil who pinched her dood?
I shall tell the Police I want my mum's dood back
She misses its music more and more and more
Without that dood she's feeling sad and so low mood
She found a concerto and wanted to play it,
Displaying her talent at playing the dood
But early today to her utter dismay it had totally vanished away
She practised the dood, and she wanted to play it but somebody took it away.
She practised the dood and was longing to play it but somebody took it away.
Our neighbour's asleep in his bed
She'll soon make him wish he were dead
She'll try the recorder instead!