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In an attic room in Dundee town,
This poor old woman spread the tale around;
She lived fifty years in her old top flat,
With no other company than her old tom cat.
Well, I hope so, say so,
Fifty years in an old top flat...
Poor old woman, la-la-la-la-la-la-la....eh,eh.
Now one night they sat by the fire quite glum,
When who do you think come down her lum;
I'm your fairy Godmother, have no fear,
To grant three wishes they sent me here.
Well, I hope so, say so,
I'm your fairy Godmother have no fear...
The old woman looked down at her empty purse,
I could always use some cash, of course;
The fairy waved her wand around,
And lying on the floor was a thousand pounds.
Well, I hope so, say so,
The fairy waved her wand around...
Now a lovely face and a figure divine,
For just one night I wish were mine;
The fairy says I'll have a go,
She made her look like Bridgette Bardot.
Well, I hope so, say so,
The fairy says I'll have a go...
This lovely girl by the fire she sat,
She turned her attention to the old tom cat;
He's my only love and here's my plan,
Tonight change the cat into a handsome man.
Well, I hope so, say so,
He's my only love and here's my plan...
This handsome man at last drew near,
And he whispered softly in her ear;
The night is young but you'll regret,
The day you sent me to the vet...!!!
Poor old woman, la-la-la-la-la-la-la....eh,eh.
A variant was recorded by Shanneyganock (Live At O'Reilly's, Vol. 1, 2000)
