BOODALES
(End of Term)
Lyrics by Roger Coghill
Prechorus:
Caloo Calay, It’s holiday
We’re off to make our getaway.
Verse1:
Come on pater, where’s your motor?
Don your jacket and straw boater
Have the chauffeur bring the Rolls,
Come and rescue us poor souls.
Verse2:
First back to our stately home,
Then to Paris, then to Rome
St Tropez’s in easy reach,
Lying starkers on the beach.
Chorus:
Caloo, Calay, It’s holiday!
We’re off to make our getaway.
Carpe Diem, snatch the day,
Goodbye, Boodales, come what may!
Verse3:
Our school porter, he’s no girl’s fool
He knows all the words to Roedean School (up school, up school, up school)
Goodbye Charlotte, goodbye Eve
Giss a kiss before you leave.
Verse4
Summer is a cumin in;
We’re ready for a little sin.
Goodbye English, goodbye French
Goodbye Latin, – what a wrench!
Chorus: Caloo, Calay. Etc.
Verse5:
You can skip the light fandango
Here comes daddy in his Lambo
Only know the hols are starting
When I see pa’s Aston Martin.
Verse6:
Goodbye girlies have some fun
Lazing in the summer sun.
There’ll be stories to remember
When we see you in September.