Stand Up

I met your mother, I met your father

They both seem very nice

I met your brother, I met your daughter

She’s cute as apple pie

I met your sister, the beautiful one

Sitting in the kitchen with the radio on – she told me

Chorus

Stand up – stand up, you can’t move your hips then put your hands up –

I said stand up – stand up, pucker up your lips see where they land up –

I met your nanny, I met grand-daddy

They both seem ‘good as gold’

She made the brekkers, I played him chequers

You know he beat me cold

I met your sister, flaming red hair

Jumped on my lap and squashed my chocolate éclair and told me

Repeat chorus

I met your uncle, I met his wife

Now they don’t see eye to eye

I met your cousin, she was buzzin’

She’s just learned how to jive

I met your sister, foot of the stairs

She landed on me from off the banisters and told me –

Repeat chorus

Get your hymn books out – here comes the preacher

I’m in a panic – I’m getting married

– I’m real nervous now

You said you’d got it – it’s in your pocket

- you said you had it down

Here come your sister, walking the aisle

Pretty in white and beautiful smiles

She told me

Repeat chorus 

words & music: R. M. Chapman