Christopher Brady’s Ole Lady Tiny Tim

She held on her hand and he had to comply
She spoke with her eyes and Christopher Brady
Had met his old lady

We drank but no one bought a round
Everyone gathered all those who mattered
To see who had caught the millionaire
When off came his top hat
And down came his hair

When he held on his hand and
She had to comply
He spoke with his eyes and
A beautiful lady became Mrs. Brady

Time came to end a whoopty-doo
The old man of plenty
His young bride of twenty
When time to live a life of flaw
She merely wished
And it was there

She held on her hand and he had to comply
She spoke with her eyes and Christopher Brady
Would show us his lady