At Madam Plum's

Just outside this window
 Blood might get on your shoes
 Please don't track it in though
 Thank you
 We've all read the news
 Outside, it's drums and trumpets
 But here, it's tea and crumpets
 Here at madam plum's
 Where everybody comes
 We watch the world decay
 And dance the night away
 Here at madam plum's
 Their trumpets and their drums
 Are hardly ever heard
 And war is just a word
 It may be raining fire
 But here, we don't enquire
 We find it necessary
 To take a spot of sherry
 And so we find a very
 Secluded sanctuary
 Way down in the slums
 We step over the bums
 Behind the liquor store
 To find the hidden door
 Down at madam plum's
 We spend fantastic sums
 And all our idle hours
 Admiring the flowers
 Here at madam plum's
 We grow chrysanthemums
 Of every size and kind
 However you're inclined...
 Here at madam plum's
 Where everybody comes
 We watch the world decay
 And dance the night away
 Here at madam plum's
 Their trumpets and their drums
 Are hardly every heard
 And war is just a word