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Come Royalty or wanton baggages To the revelry of Babylon And a ticket is a shilling It’s a thrilling top-billing Tonight is the Ridotto in a Masquerade And if pleasure is your motto Then you’re gonna love the grotto Let the bells announce the opening Of the Tin Cascade If promenading is your forte The illuminated walk’s for you If your fancy is a little more naughty Then the lovers walk is tried and true All of nature titillating Nightingales participating Even Cupid is awaiting With his arrow as a bait And the music’s animating The paintings fascinating While the bar’s coordinating For the fashionably late. You’ll never get to heaven coz the heavens have arrived No need for heaven it’s paradise And you can be a saint or the devil in disguise Be who you want coz you've arrived We're going to have a ball For this is where the angels fall In the Prince’s Pavilion Dressed in Vermilion We danced the Cotillion Until we dropped Under the careful management of Mr Tyers What had fallen to a den of vice Is an extremely successful and commercially viable enterprise It’s always possible to meet one’s friends Hear new songs, see the latest trends It’s not difficult to be overwhelmed and constantly surprised. A Princess or a shepherdess The difference is hard to tell And Beaus and Belles are out of this world When they’re not within the sound of Bow Bells. And it really is a pity When you’re living in the city That the sticks prohibitively are a bit far off Since the train is not invented We must remain contented
And we mustn’t be prevented From a night of Love We'll never get to heaven coz the heavens have arrived No need for heaven it’s paradise And you can be a saint or the devil in disguise Be who you want coz you've arrived We're going to have a ball For this is where the angels fall See You Next Tuesday For I’m otherwise engaged till Sunday Then I’ve got a busy day on Monday But I’m sure that it can wait till then? See you next Tuesday Can’t do next Monday See you next Tuesday Can’t wait till then! Would you like another piece of ham? See through it; read the programme! It could stretch from here to Birmingham Although I’d never want to go! You’re Welcome, welcome to the pleasure garden You’re Welcome, welcome to the green retreat You’re Welcome, welcome to the pleasure garden At Vauxhall everybody meets That’s everybody, everybody Everybody, everybody Everybody everybody meets Everybody….etc Welcome to the Vauxhall Pleasure Gardens Welcome, welcome, welcome to all our friends.
©Stuart Wood Music 2012