All:
Schooled in filial-piety
Safe from the perils of Victorian society
Father preserves us under lock-and-key.
Others may risk their spiritual annex
Getting involved with the opposite sex
Not we.
Most emphatical you know
Not we.
Brother#1:
From every conceivable passion
Brother#2:
From every improbable vice.
Brother#3:
From some that are thoroughly nasty
and a few that are really rather nice.
All:
He shields his flock
He's a rock
Yes, morally our father is a rock.
Brother#1:
If one of us should eye an girl.
Sister#1:
Or boy!
Brother#3:
Or experience a moment re-passing joy
He would die.
All:
Yes, he'd die
He'd unquestionably die
Of shock.
We think as one
We act as one.
Brother#2:
We never do what should not be done.
All:
And we flinch if you mention good clean fun.
In the family Moulton-Barrett.
Girls:
Mama was sweet.
Boys:
Papa severe.
Brother#4:
Mama passed on
Brother#5:
Papa's still here.
Brother#1:
The ways of providence are not quite clear.
All:
To the family Moulton-Barrett.
Sex is not permissible
If your kissable kindly go away.
Boys:
We may not take hold of you.
Girls:
Oh, how bold of you!
He asked me for a polka!
Brother#1:
But always come
We never fuss.
Sister#1:
I would like a big man's hair to muss.
Boys:
The sins of the flesh are not for us.
All:
The family Moulton-Barrett.
Whatever we do
Whatever we say
there's one strict rule that we all obey.
Boys:
No one gets in the family way.
All:
In the family Moulton-Barrett.
Boys:
Wicked cousin Caroline
Dared to take a shine
To a certain man.
Brother#2:
What's more having wed with him
Went to bed with him.
Brother#3:
Had about us fainted.
Brother#1:
Tempt them devil papa
Once cried
Boy's:
We'll leave them to be tempted
We replied.
Lower Voiced Brother:
But the devil just
Shrugged his horns and sighed.
Brother#2:
What with conscience pricking us.
Brother#1:
Father kicking us
Firmly in the rear.
Brother#3:
We stay starkly celibate.
Brother#1:
Scared to pick a mate.
And propagate the species.
All:
Onward Moulton-Barretts.
Down with heaven's foes.
Brother#2:
How we ever got here heaven only knows.
All:
We love papa
Revere papa.
Oh dear
Oh dear
Oh dear papa
Boys:
He really is a very
Very queer papa
All:
Is Edward Moulton-Barrett.
Boys:
We Learned our bibles backwards.
Girls:
We're demurely
Polite and prim.
But golly it's no livin'
Chat with the only sight
You get of him
Boys:
Or her
Girls:
The only sight you getta him.
All:
When we're told that we can't go dancing
We would frequently like to scream *ACK*
Brother#3:
But then we recall
Though in missing the ball
We're almost a credit to the team.
All:
Hey ho
Life's a bagatelle
Loves a carousel
Dearly have a ride
Brother#2:
Says our saintly patriarch
Strait from Noah's ark.
Brother#3
Ridding is forboden.
Brother#1:
Well one things clear:
the past is past.
Brother#6:
If someone doesn't do something fast.
Brother#1:
You're looking at the
Positively final cast.
All:
You will be the last my son.
Of the formerly fertile
Presently thrifty
Currently domicile
And number 50
Moulton-Barretts' of Wimpole Street
Worst
Boys:
One!
Girls:
A Two!
Boys:
A three!
Girls:
A four!
All:
The formerly fruitful
Rapidly shrinking
Brother#1:
Wouldn't it be heaven to get absolutely stinking...
All:
Moulton-Barretts' of Wimpole Street
Oxford Street
And Cavinty Square
Worst one!
Schooled in filial-piety
Safe from the perils of Victorian society
Father preserves us under lock-and-key.
Others may risk their spiritual annex
Getting involved with the opposite sex
Not we.
Most emphatical you know
Not we.
Brother#1:
From every conceivable passion
Brother#2:
From every improbable vice.
Brother#3:
From some that are thoroughly nasty
and a few that are really rather nice.
All:
He shields his flock
He's a rock
Yes, morally our father is a rock.
Brother#1:
If one of us should eye an girl.
Sister#1:
Or boy!
Brother#3:
Or experience a moment re-passing joy
He would die.
All:
Yes, he'd die
He'd unquestionably die
Of shock.
We think as one
We act as one.
Brother#2:
We never do what should not be done.
All:
And we flinch if you mention good clean fun.
In the family Moulton-Barrett.
Girls:
Mama was sweet.
Boys:
Papa severe.
Brother#4:
Mama passed on
Brother#5:
Papa's still here.
Brother#1:
The ways of providence are not quite clear.
All:
To the family Moulton-Barrett.
Sex is not permissible
If your kissable kindly go away.
Boys:
We may not take hold of you.
Girls:
Oh, how bold of you!
He asked me for a polka!
Brother#1:
But always come
We never fuss.
Sister#1:
I would like a big man's hair to muss.
Boys:
The sins of the flesh are not for us.
All:
The family Moulton-Barrett.
Whatever we do
Whatever we say
there's one strict rule that we all obey.
Boys:
No one gets in the family way.
All:
In the family Moulton-Barrett.
Boys:
Wicked cousin Caroline
Dared to take a shine
To a certain man.
Brother#2:
What's more having wed with him
Went to bed with him.
Brother#3:
Had about us fainted.
Brother#1:
Tempt them devil papa
Once cried
Boy's:
We'll leave them to be tempted
We replied.
Lower Voiced Brother:
But the devil just
Shrugged his horns and sighed.
Brother#2:
What with conscience pricking us.
Brother#1:
Father kicking us
Firmly in the rear.
Brother#3:
We stay starkly celibate.
Brother#1:
Scared to pick a mate.
And propagate the species.
All:
Onward Moulton-Barretts.
Down with heaven's foes.
Brother#2:
How we ever got here heaven only knows.
All:
We love papa
Revere papa.
Oh dear
Oh dear
Oh dear papa
Boys:
He really is a very
Very queer papa
All:
Is Edward Moulton-Barrett.
Boys:
We Learned our bibles backwards.
Girls:
We're demurely
Polite and prim.
But golly it's no livin'
Chat with the only sight
You get of him
Boys:
Or her
Girls:
The only sight you getta him.
All:
When we're told that we can't go dancing
We would frequently like to scream *ACK*
Brother#3:
But then we recall
Though in missing the ball
We're almost a credit to the team.
All:
Hey ho
Life's a bagatelle
Loves a carousel
Dearly have a ride
Brother#2:
Says our saintly patriarch
Strait from Noah's ark.
Brother#3
Ridding is forboden.
Brother#1:
Well one things clear:
the past is past.
Brother#6:
If someone doesn't do something fast.
Brother#1:
You're looking at the
Positively final cast.
All:
You will be the last my son.
Of the formerly fertile
Presently thrifty
Currently domicile
And number 50
Moulton-Barretts' of Wimpole Street
Worst
Boys:
One!
Girls:
A Two!
Boys:
A three!
Girls:
A four!
All:
The formerly fruitful
Rapidly shrinking
Brother#1:
Wouldn't it be heaven to get absolutely stinking...
All:
Moulton-Barretts' of Wimpole Street
Oxford Street
And Cavinty Square
Worst one!
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