Mustach, Banjolele, and Me

You're as dapper as they can be
You and your banjolele
Mustache finely waxed
Playing peek-a-boo
Above your cup of tea

Would you sit right down with me
Play me a song
As we sip our tea
Enjoying afternoons of frivolity
I'll sing, quite off key
And you play your banjolele
It would just be for you and me

Secret afternoons
We'd spend
If you were my friend
Rapping in our best finery
In rooms filled with the smoke of your pipe
And when the evening is ripe
We'd go out for a game
Impromptu cricket
Upon fields of green

And if the zombies should ruin our fun,
Fear no harm
We're well armed.