Freda-Jake Thackray

[ti:Freda] [ar:Jake Thackray] [al:Jake In A Box (The EMI Recordings 1967-1976)] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Freda - Jake Thackray [00:09.56]I used to lead a tranquil life unobtrusive [00:12.79] [00:13.37]And retired [00:14.51]I used to do as I pleased my little sky [00:17.22]Was blue and clear [00:18.21] [00:22.05]I used to eat my peas with my knife [00:24.72]I went to bed when I felt tired [00:26.84]I flatulated at my ease I changed [00:29.33]My shirts twice a year [00:30.77] [00:32.32]Then one day a pussycat wandered into my flat [00:36.18]And my existence hasn't been the same [00:39.34] [00:40.89]A waif and a stray I couldn't turn her away [00:44.62]So I kept her and I gave her a name [00:47.41] [00:48.23]Yay yay yay yay [00:50.80]I called her Freda my Freda sweet Freda [00:57.74] [00:59.39]Agreed that her breed would have [01:02.50]Caused a stampede at the cat show at Kensington [01:06.94]She'd got no need for good breeding : [01:11.22] [01:12.61]She'd quite enough pedigree for me [01:16.64] [01:20.23]Her gaze was melancholic and diffuse [01:22.89]Her coat was lack-lustre and bare [01:24.91]Her whiskers sparse her teeth were loose [01:27.22]Her tail was never in the air [01:29.30] [01:33.17]I pandered to her every whim [01:35.73]I sang to her on my guitar [01:37.86]I fed her cream and fish and gin [01:40.20]I took her to the cinema [01:42.58] [01:43.75]What sweet relief the day [01:45.95]She ceased to be glum [01:47.64]When she hoisted her tail on high [01:50.37] [01:52.13]And underneath she showed her [01:54.72]Cheeky little bum [01:55.90]Like a little pink moon in the sky ay ay ay ay [02:02.30] [02:03.30]Oh Freda sweet Freda dear Freda [02:07.59] [02:09.66]My pretty my kitty my own little [02:13.97]Slap-happy Eros and Agape [02:17.43]Freda dear Freda my Freda [02:20.97] [02:22.99]My darling my cara my paragon [02:24.83] [02:31.15]Those were the days of my joy [02:33.50]I thought such bliss could never change [02:35.89]But it was not without alloy my little puss [02:38.48]Became quite strange [02:39.80] [02:43.40]She started to fret and to brood [02:45.97]She used to smirk at my distress [02:48.34]She used to spit in her food [02:50.20]She used to yawn at my caress [02:51.87] [02:54.05]And then one day she went away [02:57.84]And I know neither wither nor why [02:59.97] [03:02.13]But I've deduced that she was seduced [03:05.83]By some bleeder who gave Freda the [03:08.32]Eye ay ay ay ay [03:12.75]I think some rotter has got her : oh what a [03:20.22]Sly move a manoeuvre some free-wheeling [03:24.04]Git has got my little tit-bit [03:26.62] [03:27.40]I need her my Freda have you seen her [03:33.07]She's dingy and thin with a ginger fringe [03:37.35] [03:41.07]It could be the man who brings the [03:43.63]Milk who's stolen off my honey child [03:45.86]His hands are smooth his shirts are silk [03:48.01]He's got a most unpleasant smile [03:50.41] [03:53.89]The gas man may have asked her to desert [03:56.35]She may be in the postman's sack [03:58.72]Perhaps the dustbin man's a flirt [04:00.77]Perhaps a p**sy maniac [04:02.76] [04:04.15]And I am wise to the man who brings the meat [04:08.23]My butcher he's brutal and sly [04:10.70] [04:12.41]I'll analyse everything that I eat : [04:16.40]My sweetheart may be part of a pie ay ay ay ay [04:22.08] [04:23.45]Some monster Susie Wongster has ponced her [04:30.01]I'm sunk for some skunk's done a bunk [04:34.11]Done a bee-line with my pretty feline [04:37.55]A bleeder some bleeder's got Freda [04:42.00] [04:43.50]And Freda the bleeder's got someone new [04:48.33]Is it you