TIMOTHY LET'S 'AVE A LOOK
 
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I never shall forget the time I used to go to school;
Sad to say, on every day I used to act the fool.
I tore me trousers on a hook one afternoon you see.
I went an' I told the lady teacher, then she said to me:

Chorus: 'Oh Timothy, let's 'ave a look at it.
Timothy, let's 'ave a look.
For when the wind begins to blow
You're sure to feel the cold you know.
Just let me sew it, where you caught it on the 'ook.
You can't go about wi' your flag hangin' out,
So Timothy let's 'ave a look.'

Me wife once said: 'I want you, Tim, to take me to a fair.
Don't think me rude but a fellow tattooed I've heard is showin' there.
And right upon his chest he's got the picture of a shah,
He's up to the weight so why don't you take to the beautiful motor car?

Chorus: 'Oh Timothy, let's 'ave a look at it.
Timothy, let's 'ave a look.
I'm born on livin' pictures in
My only wish is that you were in.
All the girls declare that he
Is like a picture book.
'E's got bacon and eggs tattooed on 'is legs,
So Timothy let's 'ave a look.'

I met a strange dog in the street, I did the other night.
'E gave two wags. 'e flew at me bags an' 'e gave me such a bite.
I went straight 'ome an' I told the wife, it filled me oh wi' fear.
As soon as I told 'er I'd 'ad a bite she whispered in me ear:

Chorus: 'Oh Timothy, let's 'ave a look at it.
Timothy, let's 'ave a look.
For if a dog's been 'avin' a lark,
It's ten to one 'e's made a mark.
That's 'alf a pound of flesh the poodle might 'ave took.
I'm longin' to know the damage what-ho
So Timothy let's 'ave a look.'

On Sunday traipsing' 'ome for dinner from the baker's shop,
Some naughty girls wi' raggety curls demanded me to stop.
An' naggin' upon me box o' dope they all began to grin.
They shouted to me 'We want to see what's in your bacon tin.

Chorus: 'Oh Timothy, let's 'ave a look at it.
Timothy, let's 'ave a look.
It smells so nice we only wish
To take the cloth from off the dish.
Let's have a potato each and then we'll sling our 'ook.
We won't interfere with your mutton old dear
So Timothy let's 'ave a look look look look look look look look
Oh Timothy, let's 'ave a look at it.'

 
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Written and composed by Harry Champion and Charles Collins - 1911
Performed by Harry Champion (1865-1942)
From monologues.co.uk Music Hall Lyrics Collection
 
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