Flash, Bang, Wallop! - Sammy Davis, Jr.

All lined up in a wedding group

Here we are for a photograph

We’re all dressed up in a morning suit

All trying hard not to laugh

Since the early caveman in his fur

Took a trip to Gretna Green

There’s always been a photographer

To record the happy scene

Hold it, flash, bang, wallop, what a picture

What a picture, what a photograph

Poor old soul, blimey, what a joke

Hat blown off in a cloud of smoke

Clap hands, stamp your feet

Bangin' on the big bass drum

What a picture, what a picture

Um-tiddly-um-pum-um-pum-pum

Stick it in your family album

The same thing happened long ago

When man was in his prime

And what went on we only know

From the snaps he took at the time

When Adam and Eve in their birthday suit

Decided to get wed

As Adam was about to taste the fruit

The man with the camera said

Hold it, flash, bang, wallop, what a picture

What a picture, what a photograph

Poor old soul, blimey, what a joke

Hat blown off in a cloud of smoke

Clap hands, stamp your feet

Bangin' on the big bass drum

What a picture, what a picture

Um-tiddly-um-pum-um-pum-pum

Stick it in your family album

You’ve read it in a folio

Or seen it in a Shakespeare play

How Juliet fell for Romeo

In the merry month of May

And as he climbed the orchard wall

To reach his lady fair

As he tumbled, she began to bawl

As he floated through the air

Hold it, flash, bang, wallop, what a picture

What a picture, what a photograph

Poor young chap, what a night he spent

Tights all torn and his rapier bent

Clap hands, stamp your feet

Bangin' on the big bass drum

What a picture, what a picture

Um-tiddly-um-pum-um-pum-pum

Stick it in your family album