Comes The Dawn At O'Malley's
Remember 'The Crying Game'? This time it's silly.
Brand new old songs of the '30s, '40s, '50s and '60s.
Lyrics
Comes The Dawn At O’Malley’s
Robin O’Toole is so pretty, Robin O’Toole is so fine
Robin O’Toole is so wond’rous fair, and Robin O’Toole is mine
Robin O’Toole says one Sunday, we’ll have the priest read the bans
Robin O’Toole is nobody’s fool—but Robin O’Toole is a man.
Robin O’Toole is so lovely, it’s Robin O’Toole that I crave
Robin bewitched me and I couldn’t see that Robin O’Toole needs a shave
Robin O’Toole wants to marry, and love only me ‘til we die
Robin O’Toole is strictly old school—but Robin O’Toole is a guy.
How could there be such deception? How is a fellow to know
When he is kissing those ruby red lips, what’s going on down below?
I want a girl just like Mother; I don’t want a girl just like Dad
Robin O’Toole bats those big eyes at you—but Robin O’Toole is a lad.
Last evening, down at O’Malley’s, Robin and I had a few
Then we repaired to a room up the stair, to do what the young lovers do
We helped ourselves to each other, at last we were totally nude
That’s when it came out, there was nary a doubt—Robin O’Toole is a dude.
Robin O’Toole, sweet Robin O’Toole,
Robin O’Toole is a dude.
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