Roll My Eyes

I heard my god-daughter, the Hon Mahogany Hummingbird Greville-Bbest, trilling this the other day and was quite taken by her sheer talent. I have no idea what it means, and she tells me she didn’t write the delightful melody herself, but it’s such fun, isn’t it? She’s of the Rutland Greville-Bbests. Her father played bass guitar for the Gruntling Fruttocks back in the 70s, before he took his seat in the Lords, and her mother’s the Duke of Finsbury’s middle daughter. Delightful family!

It does my heart good the have Birdie for a visit. She cheers up our little house and brings quite the breath of fresh air. Mr Bell is very fond of her – he never chuckles with quite so much avuncular gusto as when she’s with us.

So, here is it. Birdie tells me it’s called Roll My Eyes

Where you at?

In your pew?
Now roll your eyes!

I roll my eyes back and forth
I roll my eyes back and forth
(Just roll em)

I roll my eyes back and forth
I roll my eyes back and forth
(Roll em good)

I roll my eyes back and forth
I roll my eyes back and forth
I roll my eyes back and forth
I roll my eyes back and forth

Unknown-1

Hop up out of bed, put my cream suit on
Pay no attention to them ‘Tudors’ cos we roll ‘em ou
And we ain’t doing nothing wrong
Not like Leicester U, I’m just tryna be right
So keep my name a coming

So what’s up?
(Me!)
And I’ll be sighing like a whale, here in a church
And roll my eyes and just say it over
Raise my eyebrows, raise my eyebrows, raise my eyebrows…
(No?)

Don’t let them academics keep me from the truth
Roll my eyes up and I know I’ll be fine
Need to keep my name out there
Did the genealogy and they just dug

I roll my eyes back and forth
I roll my eyes back and forth
(Just roll em)

I roll my eyes back and forth
I roll my eyes back and forth
(Roll em good)

I roll my eyes back and forth
I roll my eyes back and forth
I roll my eyes back and forth
I roll my eyes back and forth

Unknown-2

I’m going to get more fame than a little bit
Soon as I hit the pew, adoration I’m feeling it
Whether it’s wiki, cherry red facts, I’m picking it
But none of them roll em like I do

Should be comfy in this pew but it’s hard
When I don’t hear my name, I roll em real hard
I roll em real hard, real hard I roll em real hard

Don’t let them academics keep me from the truth
Roll my eyes up and I know I’ll be fine
Need to keep my name out there
Did the genealogy and they just dug

I roll my eyes back and forth
I roll my eyes back and forth
(Just roll em)

I roll my eyes back and forth
I roll my eyes back and forth
(Roll em good)

I roll my eyes back and forth
I roll my eyes back and forth
I roll my eyes back and forth
I roll my eyes back and forth

Unknown-3

All my Brides, if you feel me
Come on. Do it, do it, roll your eyes
Don’t matter if the tv’s there
Do it, do it, roll your eyes

I roll my eyes back and forth
I roll my eyes back and forth
(Just roll em)

I roll my eyes back and forth
I roll my eyes back and forth
(Roll em good)

I roll my eyes back and forth
I roll my eyes back and forth
I roll my eyes back and forth
I roll my eyes back and forth

Unknown-1

Sources

The Gruntling Fruttocks, Never Mind the Fruit Bowl, Watch Out for the Jasperware!
Greville-Bbest, the Hon Mahogany Hummingbird
This (whatever it is)

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J E F Dingle-Bell once met a very nice gentleman at a Gruntling Fruttocks concert in Windemere. Quite mussed up her do, he did! Ah, happy days of innocence, strange smelling smoke and grinding guitar riffs…

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One thought on “Roll My Eyes

  1. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha…………… Ha! Your posts are wonderful, but I haven’t seen any activitiy on this page since April. I hope you have not given up?

    Some would say that Ashdown- Hill deserves to be lauded as one of the greatest ‘experts’ on RIchard III, instead of unqualified fake historians like Michael Hicks and David Starkey.

    After all, he must be some kind of genius to have guessed just where the bones were, and traced the maternal line of his ancestors which supposedly nobody noticed included the demi-devil Beauforts (except anyone who ever spied that mysterious Joan Beaufort, the mother of Cecily on the many family trees….)

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