COCKNEYS:
It's rather dull in town.
I think I'll take me to Paris.
Mmmmmm.
The missus wants to open up
The castle in Capri.
Mmmmmm.
Me doctor recommends a quiet summer by the sea.
Mmmm. Mmmm.
Wouldn't it be loverly?
ELIZA:
All I want is a room somewhere,
Far away from the cold night air,
With one enormous chair.
Oh, wouldn't it be loverly?
Lots of chocolate for me to eat.
Lots of coal makin' lots of 'eat.
Warm face, warm 'ands, warm feet.
Oh, wouldn't it be loverly?
Oh, so loverly sittin' absobloominlutely still.
I would never budge 'till spring
Crept over the windowsill.
Someone's 'ead restin' on my knee,
Warm an' tender as 'e can be,
Who takes good care of me.
Oh, wouldn't it be loverly?
Loverly, loverly, loverly, loverly.