HOME SWEET HEAVEN

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Song Title
HOME SWEET HEAVEN
Writers
Martin, Gray
Publisher
CROMWELL MUSIC, INC. (ASCAP)
% Publisher Controls
100%
Territory Controlled
WORLD
Themes/Keywords
Death, Fame, Friends, Heaven, Historical Figures, History, Music Reference
Lyrics
It’s very simple, no angel choirs,
But we have stereo and merry open fires.
Caruso sings there, Salome swings there,
In my Home Sweet Heaven.
My house is modest. It’s by Bernini,
And I’ve a feeling that the ceiling’s by Cellini.
The brothers Adam, both call me Madam,
In my Home Sweet Heaven.
We all sit ‘round King Arthur’s table,
Freud and Cain and Abel,
Barnum and Bailey, Oscar Wilde and me,
And it’s such fun when Julius Caesar,
Proust and St. Theresa,
Drop in for a cup of tea.
Disraeli’s darling and Homer’s hearty,
And Joan of Arc’s the type who sparks the dullest party.
We split a bottle with Aristotle,
In my Home Sweet Heaven.

The King of Prussia, I call him Freddy,
Is living b mistake with Mary Baker Eddy,
And Aimee Semple has built a temple,
In my Home Sweet Heaven.
There’s Doctor Crippen, he’s very chummy,
With Lizzie Borden and her daddy and her mummy.
They share a villa with cold Attila,
In my Home Sweet Heaven.
After I’ve lunched with Keats and Shelley,
Posed for Botticelli,
Martin Luther asks me out to dine,
And it would really bowl you over,
Watching Casanova,
Trying to flirt with Gertrude Stein. (She’s a gas, is a gas.)
Delilah’s dreary but Samson’s handsome,
And with his good looks Robin Hood looks fit for ransom.
When I get roses from dear old Moses,
Then it’s seventh heaven, eleventh heaven.
I miss the love and laughter rippling and the tippling,
And Emily Bronte doin’ a strip for Kipling.
I’m homesick for my Home Sweet Heaven;
It’s a gas, it’s a gas, it’s a gas,
Oh, I’m homesick for my Home Sweet Heaven.

HOME SWEET HEAVEN Encore Chorus

There’s Mussolini draped in a sari,
Mad as a hatter, like a fatter Mata Hari.
He splits a kipper with Jack the Ripper,
In my Home Sweet Heaven.

We often dine on divine spaghetti,
In a little fun place run by Sacco and Vanzetti,
Where I sip vino with Valentino,
In my Home Sweet Heaven.

I miss Tallulah dramatizing, Judy vocalizing,
(spoken) Joan Crawford and her motherly advice,
And when I waltz with Leslie Howard, or laugh with Noel Coward,
Then it’s really paradise.

Lady Godiva is going steady
With old King Ethelred who’s hardly ever ready.
They share a chalet with Walter Raleigh and his good Queen Bessie,
It’s rather messy.

I miss the concerts by Puccini and Rossini,
And even that old chicken, Tetrazzini.
I’m homesick for my Home Sweet Heaven,
And it’s a gas, it’s a gas, it’s a gas,
I’m homesick for my Home Sweet Heaven.

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