THE SIMPLE PIMPLE
 
div
 
I courted once a pretty girl dressed in the smartest clothes
She'd only one defect which was a pimple on her nose
I thought I was her first love, but my pals said, 'Well, what cheek,
Old man, that girl of yours went out with three of us last week.'

Chorus: They knew her by the pimple, simple pimple
And someone's sure to know her, no matter where she goes
Said one, 'You court her Sunday, some other cove on Monday.'
They knew her by the pimple, the pimple on her nose.


One day I took her to Tussauds, the waxworks show of fame
Said she, 'Amongst the figures I will stand just for a game.'
She stood quite still, when up there came a lot of East End folk
Said they, 'Oh Lor! here's 'Ria Brown a-trying on a joke.'

Chorus: They knew her by the pimple, simple pimple
And someone's sure to know her, no matter where she goes
Said they, 'Oh, 'Ria, blow yer, do yer think yer pals don't know yer?'
They knew her by the pimple, the pimple on her nose.


I took her down to Margate, and while bathing in the sea
The people looked and shouted out 'Whatever can that be?'
Said one, 'It is a porpoise' but some folks who'd just come down
Said, 'That's no blooming porpoise, that's our good old 'Ria Brown.'

Chorus: They knew her by the pimple, simple pimple
And someone's sure to know her, no matter where she goes
Said they, 'This is a joke, oh, we recognise the boko'
They knew her by the pimple, the pimple on her nose.


She thought she'd go upon the stage and make a splendid hit
She'd play to stalls and circle, not the gallery and pit
When she came on the gods yelled out, just like a lot of Turks
'Why that's our 'Ria what was at the jam and pickle works.'

Chorus: They knew her by the pimple, simple pimple
And someone's sure to know her, no matter where she goes
You'd thought they'd never tire of shouting 'What Cher, 'Ria'
They knew her by the pimple, the pimple on her nose.


I gave her up and one fine day, I to a police court went,
And soon a girl into the dock for drunkenness was sent,
She said, "Oh please sir, let me off, I've not been here before."
"What?" said the police, "Why you've been here quite forty times or more."

Chorus: They knew her by the pimple, simple pimple,
And someone's sure to know her, no matter where she goes,
Her crying couldn't save her, for fourteen days they gave her,
They knew her by the pimple, the pimple on her nose.
 
div
 
Written and composed by E.W. Rogers - 1891
Performed by George Robey (1869-1954)
 
More George Robey
 
div
 
 
home spaceA spaceB spaceC spaceD spaceE spaceF spaceG spaceH spaceI spaceJ spaceK spaceL spaceM spaceN spaceO spaceP spaceQ spaceR spaceS spaceT spaceU spaceV spaceW spaceX spaceY spaceZ