LOTS OF OTHER THINGS
 
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When lovers take a walk they sigh, and spoon, and talk
And lots of other things
And being deep in love, he calls the girl a 'dove'
And lots of other things
If he suggests refreshments, she accepts the same
She don't know he's married, consequently not to blame
When on the scene his wife appears, exclaiming
'What's this game?' And lots of other things.

Chorus: Well, I know you all know exactly what I mean
It's only just the old, old story
To Mr Justice Jeune, they tell the story soon
And lots of other things.

See a gay old mash, possessing heaps of cash
And lots of other things
For when he's in the sun' he's very fond of fun
And lots of other things
When his doctor orders him a change of air
Near those machines for bathing, down at Brighton he's all there
With opera-glass in hand he's gazing at the ladies fair
And lots of other things.

Chorus: Well, I know you all know exactly what I mean
It's only just the old, old story
He sheds a few salt tears, and murmur's, 'Pretty dears,'
And lots of other things.

Some girls are much to blame, they unfairly play the game
And lots of other things
They go to meet their beaux with powder on their nose
And lots of other things
Dressed in latest fashion, waiting they will be
And p'raps it may come on to rain, how angry then they'll be
And if he comes an hour late, they use a big, big 'D'
And lots of other things.

Chorus: Well, I know you all know exactly what I mean
It's only just the old, old story
At him they'll make a rush, half kill him with a mush
And lots of other things.

 
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Written and composed by A. Atkins & George Le Brunn - 1893
Performed by Peggy Pryde (1869-1943)
From monologues.co.uk Music Hall Lyrics Collection
 
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