Pretty Little Dead Things (From 'Paddington The Musical')

When I was a little girl, my father travelled 'round the world

He'd write about the fascinating things he'd see

But did he ever bring back anything for me?

No, he'd just send me photographs of

Lions, hippos and giraffes

Forget the expeditions, I wanted exhibitions

Something I could feel, something that was real

So take a deep breath, you guessed

I wanted pretty little dead things (woo-ooh)

To hang up on the wall

First I have slay, then I like to flay it and display it

I don't care how big or small

Give me pretty little dead things (woo-ooh)

That's what I want to see

'Cause no one loves a pretty little dead thing more than me

It amazes me that people find it quite bizarre

When seeing creatures in a jar

A kitten or a camel, a reptile or a mammal

Any kind of beast, as long as it's deceased

Take your last breath, oh yes!

All the pretty little dead things (woo-ooh)

Make me feel alive

If you want to see 'em, swap the mausoleum for museum

And I'll happily supply

All the pretty little dead things (woo-ooh)

That you'll ever need

'Cause no one makes a pretty little dead thing quite like me (oh-oh-oh)

Yeah! (Oh-oh-oh)

So when the family pup has had enough (ooh, had enough)

Why not get it stuffed with lots of fluff (ooh, lots of fluff)

Though he's never going to fetch that ball (ooh, fetch that ball)

He'll be great at playing dead in the hall

If you reverse on the neighbor's cat (ooh, neighbor's cat)

I can pump it up in seconds flat (ooh, seconds flat)

From invertebrates to amphibia

I've stuffed an encyclopedia

An ant, a bee, a carp and a dog

Elephants, frogs, two giraffes and a hog

Iguanas and jellyfish, twelve kangaroos

Lemurs and manatees, I'll stuff the zoo

Narwhales and octopi, quite a few quail

Red breasted robins and 17 snails

All kind of tigers, don't care where they're born