The Coming Home Party by Tiny Tim
I used to be the first to laugh
When Mrs. Jennings took a bath
And left the window open for the neighbors
But had we looked, we would've seen
That she was really very clean
And given her the credit of her labors
And Mr. James, where was he?
The man that we had to see
And who are we to think that it was funny?
When as she raised her glass and said she wasn't sure...
"He might be dead, or somewhere making love to all his money."
She held her breath expectantly
While everybody stared at me
As I approached to greet Miss Mary Blooming (hello)
I tweaked her nose and kissed the tip
I wiped the powder from my lip
And just because I did, it left her fuming
I almost gave myself away when Captain Graves came up to say...
Glad to see me home and he was tickled
And now I'm sure I had excused the way I used to be abused
It was worth it all to see him tickled
The atmosphere was getting thick, the guy beside me looking sick
I would've helped, at least I thought I ought to
He flashed me an appearing grin, I stopped and took the feeling in
I wasn't sure, but something told me not to
I knew I couldn't take much more, I started making for the door
And as I passed my date, I let her kiss me
I grabbed my coat and stepped outside
I stuck my thumb out for a ride
Departing knowing they would never miss me
(nighty night little angels, nighty night)