+Won't You Come Home, Disraeli
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