A music hall song from 1908. Words and music by Benjamin Hapgood Burt.
Sheet Music
Accompaniment
Lyrics
Chorus
“Hang out the front-door key, love
Hang out the front-door key
Don’t you sit up for me, love
I may be out till three
I’m with some poor sick friends, dear
Who’d do the same for me
Just leave a light in the hall tonight
And hang out the front-door key”
Chorus
“Hang out the front-door key, love
Hang out the front-door key
You wait a while for me, love
Quite fair it seems to be
I’m with some poor sick friends, dear
Who think a lot of me
What’s good for you’s good for your wife, too
So hang out the front-door key”
Chorus
“Hang out the front-door key, dad
Hang out the front-door key
I won’t be home till three, dad
Don’t you sit up for me
I’m with some poor sick friends, dad
Just like you used to be
No one can blame if I play your game
So hang out the front-door key”
