Single / Track
Manage Your Flamingo
Lyrics
Manage your flamingo
If you play croquet, dear
When you play croquet, dear
You have to do the do
You tuck 'em down low
From feet to the chin
Then batter to your hedgehog
Again and again
Oh, manage your flamingo
Like the queen is passing
When the queen is passing
You have to do the do
You plant a rose white
You best paint it red
As soon as she passes
It's off with your head
Knaves lose their faces
The faceless must die
Fives club their aces
Diamonds ask why
Why?
Don't they ask why?
Oh, manage your flamingo
Or it's done for You, my love
Oh, she's done with you, my love
Unless You do the do
And tell her how fine
A day for croquet
Then who but the queen could
Conceive such a game
Gather your hedgehog
Set Him on the green
Swing your flamingo
God save the queen
Will God save the queen?
Will God save the queen?
Will God save the queen?
Will God save the queen?
Will God save the queen?