Текст песни Tiny Tim - Cristopher Bradys Old Lady

She held on her hand and
He had to comply
She spoke with her eyes and
Cristopher Brady had met his old lady

We drank 
But no one bought a round
Everyone gathered
All those who mattered

To see who 
Had cought the millionaire
When off came his top hat
And down came his hair

When he held on his hand and
She had to comply
He spoke with his eyes and
A beautifull lady became Mrs. Brady

Time came 
To end a whopty doo
The old man of plenty
His young bride of twenty

When time to
Live a life aflare
She mearly wished
And it was there

He held on her hand and
He had to comply
She spoke with her eyes and
Cristopher Brady would show her his lady

Years brought
An unexpected change
As Brady grew older
His misses got bolder 

A young man
Would always wait below
When she pulled her shade down
Up he would go

But one night
The old man culdn't sleep
While out for her he
Looked up there he

He held love
In sillouette betray
Quickly he shot'em
Right through the shades
He shot them dead

When he held on his hand and
She couldn't comply
He spoke with his eyes and
Cristopher Brady, just kissed his old lady
Goodbye