From “Charlot’s Revue”, 1921 Words by Dion Titheradge Music by Ivor Novello
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My car will meet her
And her mother comes, too
It’s a two-seater
Still her mother comes, too
At Ciro’s when I am free
At dinner, supper, or tea
She loves to shimmy with me
And her mother does, too
We buy her trousseau
And her mother comes, too
Asked not to do so
Still her mother comes, too
She simply can’t take a snub
I go and sulk at the club
Then have a bath and a rub
And her brother comes, too
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We lunch at Maxim’s
And her mother comes, too
How large a snack seems
When her mother comes, too
And when they’re visiting me
We finish afternoon tea
She loves to sit on my knee
And her mother does, too
To golf we started
And her mother came, too
Three bags I carted
When her mother came, too
She fainted just off the tee
My darling whispered to me
“Jack, dear, at last we are free!”
But her mother came to