It's a Fine Life - Jonathan Pryce, Sally Dexter, Miles Anderson

Small pleasures, small pleasures

Who would deny us these?

Not me

Gin toddies -- large measuress --

No skimpin' if you please!

I rough it,

I love it

Life is a game of chance.

I never tire of it --

Leading this merry dance.

If you don’t mind having to go without things

It’s a fine life.

It’s a fine life.

Tho' it ain’t all jolly old pleasure outings…

It’s a fine life

It’s a fine life.

When you got someone to love

You forget your cares and strife

Let the prudes look down on us

Let the wide world frown on us

It’s a fine fine life

Who cares if straightlaces

Sneer at us in the street?

Fine airs and fine graces

Don’t have to sin to eat.

We wander through London

Who knows what we many find?

There’s pockets left undone

On many a behind.

If you don’t mind taking it as it turns out,

It’s a fine life!

It’s a fine life!

Keep the candle burning until it burns out

It’s a fine life.

It’s a fine life.

Though you sometimes do come by

The occasional black eye

You can always cover one

while he blacks the other one

But you don’t dare cry.

No flounces, no feathers

No frills and furbelows

All winds and all weathers

Ain’t good for fancy clo’es

These trappings,

These ta’ers

These we can just afford.

What future?

What ma’ers?

We’ve got our bed and board.

If you don’t mind having to deal with fagin

It’s a fine life!

It’s a fine life!

Though diseased rats threaten to bring the plague in

It’s a fine life!

It’s a fine life!

But the grass is green and dense

On the right side of the 'fence'.

And we take good care of it

That we get our share of it

And we don’t mean pence.

No!

If you don’t mind having to like or lump it…

It’s a fine life

It’s a fine life!

Tho' there’s no tea-supping and eating crumpet

It’s a fine life!

It’s a fine life!

Not for me, the happy home

Happy husband, happy wife

Tho' it sometimes touches me…

…For the likes of such as me…

Mine’s a fine…

Fine… life!