Percy Blakeney
by Citoyeness Ainsley
Sung to "Prince Ali" from "Aladdin"
Make way for Percy Blakeney!
Say hey! It's Percy Blakeney!
(One of the League members... not sure which)
Hey!
Clear the way in the old Baazar
Hey you!
Let us through! It's a bright new star!
Oh come,
Be the first on your block to meet his eye!
Make way! Here he comes!
Ring bells! Bang the drums!
Oh, you're gunna love this guy!
Percy Blakeney
Fabulous he!
Baronet, poet
Genuflect, show some respect
Down on one knee
Now try your best to stay calm
Brush up your Sunday saalom
Then come and meet his spectacular coterie!
Percy Blakeney
Mighty is he!
Baronet, poet
Smart as ten regular men
Definately!
He faced the galloping hordes!
A guy named Chauvie with a sword!
Who keeps aristos from meetin' their lords?
Why, Percy Blakeney!
He's got seventy-five golden cravats (Don't they look lovely, June?)
Purple shirt-tails, he's got fifty-three! (Fabulous looking, I love the feathers!)
When it comes to exotic-type mammals
Is his wardrobe a zoo?
I'm telling you
It's a world-class menagerie!
(Next two verses sung in counterpoint: The League Member with Ladies Digby and Llewellyn)
(League Member)
Percy Blakeney
Handsome is he
Baronet, poet
That physique
How can I speak
Weak at the knee?
Well, get on out in that square
Adjust your veil and prepare
To gawk and grovel and stare
At Percy Blakeney!
(Ladies Digby and Llewellyn)
There's no question this Percy's alluring
Never ordinary, never boring
Everything about the man just plain impresses
He's a winner, he's a wiz, he's a wonder
He's about to pull my heart asunder
And I absolutely love the way he dresses!
He's got ninety-five white Persian breeches (He's got the breeches, let's see the breeches!)
And to view them, he charges no fee! (He's generous, so generous)
He's got slaves, he's got servants and League members (Proud to work for him)
They bow to his whim
Love serving him
They're just lousy with loyalty
To Percy
Percy Blakeney
Percy Blakeney
Amorous he
Baronet, poet
Heard Marguerite was sight, lovely to see!
And that, good people, is why
He got dolled up and dropped by
With sixty lace jabots, waistcoats galore
With his capes and plumes, a tiger suit and more
With his forty nightcaps, his lapels, his stitched caps
His poems that warble on key!
Make way
For Percy Blakeney!