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If you have a daughter, or say a son - That's pleasant And on the birthday that the lad's twenty-one You're as happy as happy can be You buy him a spanking new gold watch and guard - Feeling pleasant Have a rare show of fireworks out in the back-yard As happy as happy can be. Chorus: And you gaily light up the first cracker Ah! but somehow the thing won't explode You pick it up as it is smouldering And shout, 'All stand out of the road!' You examine it very intently You shake it, and poke it with pins Then the blessed thing goes off And blows off half your nose off And that's when the trouble begins. When somebody leaves you a house in their will - That's pleasant And if a few pounds with it, that's better still You're as happy as happy can be To get the house painted you think you'll contrive - 'cos it's pleasant And when half a dozen house painters arrive You're as happy as happy can be. Chorus: And when they put up a long ladder You feel just as good as a saint You watch the first painter climb up it With a couple of tins of black paint But just as you're standing beneath him He slips, and on you drops the tins It lands on your shoulders, you're covered all over And that's when the trouble begins. When business is brisk and your takings are great - That's pleasant You don't stop for eating, you work rather late Just as happy as happy can be You pull in the money, and fancy it's fine - Well, it's pleasant Then roll home to supper, somewhere about nine Just as happy as happy can be. Chorus: But when you reach home your sweet missis Is doing the washing you find There isn't a symptom of supper She says you the children must mind You swear 'cause you can't get your supper And say, 'No, I shan't mind the twins!' She lays down her washing to give you a sloshing And that's where the trouble begins. On holidays when you play kiss-in-the-ring - That's pleasant And if you get mashed on some pretty young thing You're as happy as happy can be You fancy the game is a splendid affair - well, it's pleasant And when that young girl puts her hankerchief there You're as happy as happy can be. Chorus: She runs, then of course you run after her And she's an artful young miss She soon lets you get close upon her To capture the usual kiss She dodges your clutches and grins You fall when you miss her, right bang on your kisser And that's where the trouble begins. To live with your 'ma' - who's a widow - I'm sure - must be pleasant Till she says she would like to be married once more Just as happy as happy can be You think to yourself, if she likes married life - perhaps it's pleasant And so you at once advertise for a wife Just as happy as happy can be. Chorus: You're advertisement's very soon answered By a lady who sends you no name But makes an appointment to meet you Of course you turn up to the same But oh! when you meet, what a caution You're both nearly knocked off your pins You stare at each other, oh crumbs it's your mother Well, that's where the trouble begins. |
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| Performed by W.F. Moss (1855-1946) | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||