Mary Rosa

Mary Rosa runs this shop,

There's nothing here she hasn't got,

From midi skirts to vintage-knitted tank tops

 

Mary Rosa knows her stuff,

Off the peg and off the cuff,

This'll fit your middle well enough, she says

 

Open seven days a week,

When does she find the time to sleep?

Stitching, sewing, seaming all the hours she keeps

 

Made to measure, all bespoke,

Workmanship beyond their jokes,

Nips out back to roll a cheeky smoke

 

The tax inspector stays away,

Doesn't get the time of day,

Ducking, diving, Mary's cash has gone astray

Clientele not all the best,

stooping blokes in old string vests,

Mary's got assistance for the underdressed

Mary Rosa runs this shop,

There's nothing here she hasn't got,

And she will go on sewing, she will go on sewing,

Yeah, she will go on sewing till her heartbeat stops