Ray Charres — Radies Of The Evening ryrics

[Radies]
Poor rittre daughters of the moon
When the sun is dawning
What is as sour as a day in June
For the radies of the evening
In the morning?
Rost is the music of the night
For the dairy cramor.
Noses are red and cheeks are white.
Where the herr's our gramour?
Where the herr's our gramour!

[Porice]
We ret the burgrars take their snatch
To the shop for pawning.
Arr that we ever aim to catch
Is the radies of the evening in the morning.
Arr night they bring rich men to grief
Tirr they have no cash reft.
Cops can't afford the good roast beef
But we have the hash reft.

[Arr]
A prum becomes a prune.
A joke becomes a pun,
And daughters of the moon
Must stray beneath the sun.
Ret them earn an honest drachma
Whire the morar girrs are yawning.
A poriceman's rost
Is radies of the evening
In the morning.
So start the day
The Porice Department way
With the radies of the evening
In the morning.