III.
I WENT to see the show last night, the oneShe’s playing in, you know, but all the funI thought I’d have was spoiled, confound the luck,I bought a forty-cent bouquet to chuckDown at her when the second act was done.I got a seat in front, all right, and, oh!How grand she looked away down there below!I thought of angels every time she’d lookUp at the gallery—but when I letMy flowers tumble down the villain tookAnd give them to the putty-faced soubrette!
I WENT to see the show last night, the oneShe’s playing in, you know, but all the funI thought I’d have was spoiled, confound the luck,I bought a forty-cent bouquet to chuckDown at her when the second act was done.I got a seat in front, all right, and, oh!How grand she looked away down there below!I thought of angels every time she’d lookUp at the gallery—but when I letMy flowers tumble down the villain tookAnd give them to the putty-faced soubrette!
I WENT to see the show last night, the oneShe’s playing in, you know, but all the funI thought I’d have was spoiled, confound the luck,I bought a forty-cent bouquet to chuckDown at her when the second act was done.I got a seat in front, all right, and, oh!How grand she looked away down there below!I thought of angels every time she’d lookUp at the gallery—but when I letMy flowers tumble down the villain tookAnd give them to the putty-faced soubrette!
I WENT to see the show last night, the one
She’s playing in, you know, but all the fun
I thought I’d have was spoiled, confound the luck,
I bought a forty-cent bouquet to chuck
Down at her when the second act was done.
I got a seat in front, all right, and, oh!
How grand she looked away down there below!
I thought of angels every time she’d look
Up at the gallery—but when I let
My flowers tumble down the villain took
And give them to the putty-faced soubrette!
I wish I was the hero of the playShe’s actin’ in and had the chance to layHer head agin my buzzom every nightAnd knock the villain down and hold her tight—I wouldn’t ask to have a cent of pay.And when she’d look up at me sweet and proudI’d feel so glad I’d have to yell out loud:I’ll bet the knock I give the villain whenI come to rescue her would make him grunt.And when she wound her arms around me, then—Oh, blame it, there’s Old Morton howlin’ “Front!”
I wish I was the hero of the playShe’s actin’ in and had the chance to layHer head agin my buzzom every nightAnd knock the villain down and hold her tight—I wouldn’t ask to have a cent of pay.And when she’d look up at me sweet and proudI’d feel so glad I’d have to yell out loud:I’ll bet the knock I give the villain whenI come to rescue her would make him grunt.And when she wound her arms around me, then—Oh, blame it, there’s Old Morton howlin’ “Front!”
I wish I was the hero of the playShe’s actin’ in and had the chance to layHer head agin my buzzom every nightAnd knock the villain down and hold her tight—I wouldn’t ask to have a cent of pay.And when she’d look up at me sweet and proudI’d feel so glad I’d have to yell out loud:I’ll bet the knock I give the villain whenI come to rescue her would make him grunt.And when she wound her arms around me, then—Oh, blame it, there’s Old Morton howlin’ “Front!”
I wish I was the hero of the play
She’s actin’ in and had the chance to lay
Her head agin my buzzom every night
And knock the villain down and hold her tight—
I wouldn’t ask to have a cent of pay.
And when she’d look up at me sweet and proud
I’d feel so glad I’d have to yell out loud:
I’ll bet the knock I give the villain when
I come to rescue her would make him grunt.
And when she wound her arms around me, then—
Oh, blame it, there’s Old Morton howlin’ “Front!”