Wont You Come Home Disraeli by Allan Sherman Lyrics

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