IT'S HOMELY, SO HOMELY | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Like most married men I am blessed with a wife And my wife is blessed with a mother And take her one way or another I'm fond of the missis's mother I never find fault with her, never complain Such conduct would be a disgrace But oh, how I would to get the dear creature a nice new face. Chorus: It's homely, so homely, a face that would stop Big Ben It does look a treat when she's smiling, but It's like a 'pudden' that's just been cut Big, fat and rosy, with teeth like a small tooth-comb When ever that face is up at my place I'd much rather not go home. For five or six months we forgot to pay rent So our landlord sent in the broker I went for him first with the poker But now I'm quite fond of that broker He sits by the fire and we all call him Bill The children all over him climb They hope 'Uncle William' will stop in the house For a long, long time. Chorus: He's so homely, so homely, he's one of the family He's always so busy - gets up at four And does the washing and scrubs the floor Plays to the kids on a fag-paper and a comb And while I'm away at work all day, He do make himself at home. I've been lots of things in my time, but just now Insurance-collecting my game is Don't ask me what the company's name is I merely describe what the game is Now every Monday at twenty to four I call on one lady - a cook She gives me some tea, and she sits on my lap While I sign her book. Chorus: She's homely, so homely, her figure is plump and large I get on all right when her lips I taste But as for cuddling her round the waist I might as well try to cuddle St Paul's dome But she's very kind, she says, 'Never mind, So long as you feel at home.' I used to think Brighton a beautiful place And every year I would go there But things got so awfully slow there I made up my mind not to go there The girls down at Brighton, as ev'ry one knows Can never go out without ma So now every Summer I go to Boulogne, where The French girls are, Chorus: So homely, so homely, you can have a 'beano' there They bathe all together, the girls and the chaps The girls are awfully shy - well, p'r'aps Soon as they see me frolicking in the foam They pinch and they chase me all round the place They do make me feel at home. |
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Words and music by Fred Murray & Fred W. Leigh - 1902 | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
Performed by Frank Seeley | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
From monologues.co.uk Music Hall Lyrics Collection | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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