BARBRA STREISAND - Not Cricket To Picket lyrics

rate me

It's not cricket to picket, not cricket

Oh, no it's just not coming for to picket

You haven't any right you know, you're acting in great haste

Just think of the predicament in which your boss is placed

And entrenous I think, it's an exceedingly bad taste

Not cricket to picket, not cricket

It's not cricket to picket, not cricket

Atrocious and gauche you know, to picket

Go home and starve like gentlemen, not like a noisy brood

Real ladies never make a fuss, though they like clothes and food

And money's never talked about, for that would be quite rude

Not cricket to picket not cricket

It's not picket to cricket, not picket

Uncultured and unmannerly to picket

You know you're misbehaving now, you mus'nt lose your mind

You're being so inelegant and frankly quite unkind

Excuse my indiscretion, but you're older than refined

Not picket to cricket not picket

It ain't ticket to stick it, not picket

Now offer some, get each man there a cricket

Oh dear, where is your decency, no Vanderbilts or Asters

Would ask in such a vulgar way, be fitting only dexters

I beg you get the hell away, you lousy bunch of

What do you mean disturbing the peace?

Come with you often, oh, you see, you're brushing my mink

Get your hands off, kid, you don't seem to know

Who I am, or whom I know

Listen, I'm an intimate friend of Jimmy Walker

You won't get me in the [Incomprehensible]