Air.—“Will you walk into my parlour.”
“Can you move a little faster?” said a tall man to a stout,
“I’ve an enemy behind me, and I want to keep him out.
See how eagerly the flatterers all throng round the great man;
Now he is looking for their votes, can’t you spoil his little plan?
Can you, can’t you, can you, can’t you spoil his little plan?
Can you, can’t you, can you spoil his little plan?
“You can really have no notion how delightful it would be,
If you get into the House, you will have many a fee.”
And the stout one said, “No! I’ve worked in vain, I’m beat,