|YOU OUGHT TO SEE THE MISSUS IN A HAREM SKIRT|
I've got a wife and she's got me
She's had me for an M.U.G.
Since we tied the knot in church
She's been crowing on the household perch
She once saw my overtime,
Working late, that's my crime
But she's undergone a change
Now goes in for fashions strange.
Chorus: You ought to see the missus in a harem skirt
Biff bang tear 'em scare 'em
She goes tripping like a gay young flirt
Now she makes me wear 'em
When she's off into the fried -fish shop
Street kids shout out 'Tear 'em.'
Turkish Delight - suits her all right
She's longing to be living in a harem.
Once round the West she thought she'd go
Shops on show - as of course you know
When she saw the harem skirt
She cried, 'Arry, do you think they hurt?'
I didn't wear 'em - so wouldn't they
She bought one - made me pay
Five pounds ten from me she had
But all these quids I swear were bad.
Oh what a sight those boys once had
They all laughed - she looked mad
Something wrong went with the pins
Awfully ready with the coats and springs
All at once she shouted, 'Oh
Let me go.' I cried, 'No.'
But quite soon I felt a clown
For oh dear me 'er dress fell down.
|Recorded 1911 by Harry Champion (1866-1942)|