Some snatches of song lyrics misheard over the cafe hubbub…

But first…
Dulltown, UK: Today’s Sir Arthur Conan Doyle quotation is from The Musgrave Ritual.
Watson describing Holmes: I have always held, that pistol practice should be distinctly an open-air pastime; and when Holmes in one of his queer humours, would sit in an armchair with his hair-trigger and a hundred Boxer cartridges and proceed to adorn the opposite wall with a patriotic V. R. done in bullet-pocks, I felt strongly that neither the atmosphere nor the appearance of our room was improved by it.
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‘Cobble bobble lady, oh…’
‘So I knead in the corner girl.’
“Smidnight and imagine, imagine…’
‘In the treadle I feel the burnin’…’
‘A wormy snout… Only you-oo-oo.’
‘Get on! Ya-ya-yaw! Everyone!…’
‘Revaloosh-eon, Jesus a werp seed go!…’
‘Ready, ready, ready!…’
‘Beep-beep, another sleep!’
‘I’m really on the pootah now babe!…’
‘Been craning my neck girl, see…’
‘People talking at, people talking at, people talking at!’
‘I’m on rock ‘n’ roll! Oh oh, fever ice!…’
‘Whoody-whoo, now I dial trouble!…’
‘Lappy bird, a burning toe.’
‘Lovin’, I’m in really not so.’
‘My wrist is long, no, not small girl.’
‘You terrible thing, oh keep me!’
‘Rude rude, wrap me up, like moon shopping.’
‘Leave me in sins, carry me out now.’
‘I’m here to ladle you in the dark.’
‘Downy no reason, a vital whoo!’
‘Twenty nips, twenty!…’
‘Danky old tank, a shoe lies under.’
‘Pick up your whim, sheep like thunder!’
‘Let my body flow, subtle dough…’
‘Bumple up, bumple up, bumple up…’

Why not plug in that dusty old Casio keyboard and compose a suitable tune to go with these words?

 

About Dave Whatt

Grumpy old surrealist artist, musician, postcard maker, bluesman, theatre set designer, and debonair man-about-town. My favourite tools are the plectrum and the pencil...
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