When Benjamin Disraeli was Prime Minister of England,
And good old Queen
Victoria was the Queen,
Whenever she would need him for official palace
business,
Disraeli, he was nowhere to be seen.
She went down to 10 Downing
Street,
The doorbell there she rang,
And when there was no answer,
This
is what the good Queen sang:
Won't you come home, Disraeli. Won't you come home.
Come home to Queen
Victoria.
Don't leave that House of Commons, and that House of Lords.
Just
sittin' waitin' for ya.
I'm gettin' awful lomesome, 'cause all I do
Is sit
here reading Ethan Frome.
Now don't leave me flat,
The key to the palace
is under the mat.
Disraeli, won't you please come home.
Won't you come home, Disraeli. Won't you come home.
Come home to Queen
Victoria.
Don't leave that House of Commons, and that House of Lords.
Just
sittin' waitin' for ya.
You claim official business took you away
To
Egypt, and Bombay, and Rome.
Well, I ain't so certain,
'Cause you're the
Nineteenth Century Richard Burton,
Disraeli, won't you please (I miss you,
Dizzy)
Disraeli, won't you please,
Disraeli, won't you
please,
Disraeli, won't you please come home.
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