All I want is a room somewhere,
Far away from the cold night air,
With one enormous chair,
Oh, wouldn't it be lovely.
Lots of chocolate for me to eat.
Lots of coal making lots of heat,
Warm face, warm hands, warm feet.
Oh, wouldn't it be lovely.
Oh so lovely sitting
Abso-blooming-lutely still,
I would never budge 'till spring
Crept out my window sill.
Someone's head resting on my knee,
Warm and tender, as he can be,
Who takes good care of me,
Oh, wouldn't it be lovely.
Presenting . . . Miss Eliza Doolittle . . . Cockney turned lady!!!