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One day, Monday, somewhere in town Hen pecked Mr Brown, met a girl in a smart Parisian gown He said, 'How do?' and she replied, 'The same as you.' They walked into a cafe as the clock struck two Dined together , wined together, then Brown looked surprised Went and whispered to his old pal Jones in there, he recognised. Chorus: 'Don't tell the wife, please don't tell the wife D.O.N.T. I beg of you Oo, oo, put me with the tigers in the Zoo But don't tell the wife, I shall lose my life She's very H.O.T on poor little me So don't, don't, don't tell the wife.' They went, time spent, looked around a lot Those two like a shot, found a nice quiet cosy spot He said, 'What eyes, they absolutely mesmerise.' She tumbled he could tell a lot of lovely lies When quite busy with his LIz, a policeman cried 'Look here, you must not come spooning down this part.' Said Brown 'All right old dear, but Chorus: One morn, forlorn, Brown in disgrace Poor chap had a face quite like a breach of promise case Judge said, 'Fie, shame, the jury think you're all to blame With this damsel here you've had a fine old game You must pay a lot today, five hundred pounds will square.' As he wrote the cheque out, Brown said,'I don't care, but Chorus: |
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