Besieged by an ever shifting and bewildering miscellany of inscrutable and enigmatic props, the last sorry remnants of a legendary music hall family doggedly endeavour to reconstruct fragments of misremembered routines and hazily recollected punch-lines, in a hopeless attempt to revive their all but forgotten Music Hall act.
First but not least it’s the man
He can do things that other men can
He does it with such élan.
The woman, she’s coming to town.
Sometimes she goes up, sometimes down.
If something’s in her way she goes around.
You ask who are the twins, let us tell
What one twin does the other does as well
If you knew one the other one would ring a bell
Let us not forget the pet
A devoted canine pet it is you bet
A more loyal pet you bet we never met
She’s the other one, what’s she all about
Can’t pin her down or work her out
Of our uncertainty there really is no doubt
We're distant cousins of burlesque,
what we do is just in jest