Quick-Fire Medley Songtext
von George Formby

My son he wanted knowledge
So I sent him to college
Eton and Oxford, Cambridge too
He learned the concertina
Now he′s a window cleaner
It ain't nobody′s business what I do
Oh what I do
Oh what I do
Oh it ain't nobody's business what I do
I mean to show my malice
Buy him the Crystal Palace
It ain′t nobody′s business what I do
I wanted relaxation
So I took my vacation
Down on the farm with friends I knew
I meant to raise the dickens
Played around with all the chickens
It ain't nobody′s business what I do
Oh what I do
Oh what I do


Oh it ain't nobody′s business what I do
One trick I tried to pull
Was milking a tough old bull
Oh it ain't nobody′s business what I do
So you met someone who set you back on your heels
Goody Goody
And you met someone and now you know how it feels
Goody Goody
So you gave him your heart too
Just as I gave mine to you
And he broke it in little pieces
Now how do you do
So you lie awake just singing your blues all night
Goody Goody
And you think that love's a barrel of dynamite
Hurray and hallelujah
You had it coming to ya
Goody Goody for him
Goody Goody for me
And I hope you're satisfied you rascal you
And I don′t like your peaches
′Cause they are full of stones
But I like bananas
Because they have no bones
I don't like tomatoes
And I don′t like ice cream cones
But I like bananas
Because they have no bones
No matter where I go
With Flo or May or Anna
I want the world to know
I must have my banana
Cabbages and onions
Hurt my singing tones
But I like bananas
Because they have no bones