A Courting Song The Blasting Company (Ft. Frank Fairfield)

[Verse 1]
Write a loving letter, boy
That swoops and sweeps and curls
Calligraphers are just the thing
To help you win your girl
Then you'll need to dress up smart
The tailor's here by chance
He'll stitch your trousers, hole your belt
In fine couture of France
Your shoes, my goodness, how they're worn
But you're too young to know
Nothing courts a woman's scorn
More than scuffs on the toe
The cobbler can attend to that
Meanwhile, you must have cake
The baker and patissier
Need work for goodness sake

[Chorus]
Hi-dee-diddly-um-tee-dum-tee-day
What a merry time we'll have
Upon your wedding day
Hi-dee-diddly-um-tee-dum-tee-day
There's work for all when little boys get married

[Verse 2]
That pointy cone upon your head
You can't be wearing that
The milliner, he'll fix you up
With a proper high-silk hat
The bride, of course, she'll need a dress
On that we must agree
The seamstress, my young lover
Oh, how grateful she will be!
The rings, by gum, did I forget?
Well, that's my favorite part
The vows, the whole romantic mess
Now that's a jeweler's art
And so you see, our handiwork
Is yours if you're inclined
But our livelihood's at stake
So don't you go and change your mind