Words & Music: Jake Thackray Click here to download guitar tab My love life was as humble as my features when I stumbled On the jumble sale. Unbelievable, The things that you can find there. They've got stuff of every kind there At the jumble sale. I was down and out, I'd nowhere else to go, I'd sown my oats, I'd flung my fling. The parish hall was all lit up, its doors were wide. I poked my nose inside, Before I'd time to hide The vicar asked me in. Romance perchance prevails At humdrum jumble sales. With a jaded eye I eyed the faded piles of lumber Of the jumble sale, rough and tumble sale Where ladies of the village fight like visigoths for pillage. Dear old jumble sale. But behind the cut glass, brass and pewter pots The plaster pussy cats, the china gnomes I saw a girl, a wild eyed butterfly Junoesque but shy And just the thing for my For my mantelpiece at home. Chick of the bric-a-brac Pick of the vicar's knick-knacks With a pounding pulse I skulked around the bulky counters Of the jumble sale, fumbling at bundles Of those long-departed trousers, old pyjama-tops and blouses Found at jumble sales. I'd not got the savoir faire, the flair, I hardly dare look over at her stand. But with determination which defies belief All set to come to grief I grit my snaggle teeth And I took her by the hand. One bob per objet d'art Gratis and carte blanche my heart. Iacta was my alea, my chips were down and numbered At the jumble sale. But suddenly my tongue tied, I just burbled, I just bumbled, I was sure my chance had crumbled At the jumble sale. I just stood there in a funk, a dumbstruck booboo Gawping at her pretty bibelots. But then she smiled. Not much, but I knew then I'd see her lips again, Her bijoux and her gems And her precious curios. Perchance romance prevails, So come to some humdrum jumble sales, Jumble sales. Come to some crummy jumble sales.
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