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Maud and Mabel, seated at a table |
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Talking over bygone days |
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Mabel sporty, fat and over forty |
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Said, "Remember Edith Hayes" |
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Eadie was a sucker for a bottle and glass |
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But in spite of everything that gal had class |
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Then one winter, she wed a Chinese printer |
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Struck her with refined like ways |
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But Eadie was a lady |
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(Eadie was a lady) |
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Though her past was shady |
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(Though her past was shady) |
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Eadie had class, with a capital K |
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Though her life was merry |
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(Though her life was merry) |
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She had savoir fairey |
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(Talking of savoir fairey) |
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Eadie did things in a ladylike way |
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She would have a golden toothpick handy |
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After meals she'd flash it about |
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Remember how she used to drink her brandy |
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With her finger sticking well out |
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For Eadie was a lady |
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(Eadie was a lady) |
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Ask P. I. O'Grady |
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Eadie had class with a capital K |
