If I were not with the CID, something else I'd like to be
If I were not with the CID, a window cleaner me
With a rub-a-dub-dub, and a scrub-a-dub-dub, and a rub-a-dub all day long
With a rub-a-dub-dub, and a scrub-a-dub-dub, I sing this merry song!
(rest of courtroom joins in)
If he were not with the CID, something else he'd like to be
If he were not with the CID, a window cleaner he
With a rub-a-dub-dub, and a scrub-a-dub-dub, and a rub-a-dub all day long
With a rub-a-dub-dub, and a scrub-a-dub-dub, he sings this merry song!
HEY!
(song ends... however, John Cleese as the barrister who couldn't find a kosher carpark
continues nonetheless, without supporting music)
I-i-i-i-if I were not before the bar, something else I'd like to be
If I were not a barrister... an engine driver me!
With a chug-a-chug-chug and a chug-a-chug-chug and a...
(a befuddled and embarrassed Cleese returns to his seat where the knight in armor hits him
in the head with a chicken)
