WE ALL OF US KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS
 
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When you're courting, oft your sweethearts, with an ardour none can check,
Being pleased with you, and loving, throws her arms about your neck.
But if sometimes she's kept waiting in the rain, her temper fails,
If, when one hour late you meet her, she looks so, and bites her nails,

Chorus: We all of us know what that means - Eh, boys? Eh, boys?
We all of us know what that means - Eh, boys? Eh, boys?
If first her temper goes up, then she turns her pretty nose up,
We all of us know what that means - it's her playful little way.

If your dear wife's darling mother comes to visit you one day,
Says how much she likes your rooms - well, that means she intends to stay.
But if you say you don't want her, and she finds her scheme won't work,
If she jumps up like a rocket, throws her shawl on with a jerk,

Chorus: We all of us know what that means - Eh, boys? Eh, boys?
We all of us know what that means - Eh, boys? Eh, boys?
'You nasty paltry cad, you - oh! I only wish I had you!'
We all of us know what that means - it's her playful little way.

When you're wed and come home 'late-ish,' Rather too late - boozy, too,
Wifey dear says, 'Oh, you have come.' and then turns her back on you,
Only gives you 'noes' and 'yesses', until with a sudden bound,
She quite fiercely pokes the fire up, and then spanks the kids all round,

Chorus: We all of us know what that means - Eh, boys? Eh, boys?
We all of us know what that means - Eh, boys? Eh, boys?
When first she starts to drat you, and then throw something at you,
We all of us know what that means - it's her playful little way.

Going back to single life, boys - take the bachelor, grave and old,
Been in lodgings - say a twelvemonth, owes for board and rent untold.
If one day, when he comes homeward, his landlady cries with glee,
'No use going upstairs, the door's locked, and what's more, I've got the key.'

Chorus: We all of us know what that means - Eh, boys? Eh, boys?
We all of us know what that means - Eh, boys? Eh, boys?
'My box?'.... 'I beg your pardon - oh! you'll find that in the garden.'
We all of us know what that means - it's her playful little way.

 
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Written and composed by J.P. Harrington & Geo. Le Brunn
Performed by Charles Chaplin (1864-1901)
From monologues.co.uk Music Hall Lyrics Collection
 
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