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No. 3 - Song - Widdicombe and Chorus of Girls - "A Little Flutter."
| Widdicombe: | There's a wonderful fascination In the game of speculation, Though it may be rather risky — |
| Girls: | Just a little bit risky! |
| Widdicombe: | And although they may seldom win, you Find that people still continue Backing gee-gees that are frisky — |
| Girls: | Gee-gees often are frisky! |
| Widdicombe: | At other times you may arrange A flutter on the Stock Exchange; In Kaffir mines or rubber shares, They join the bulls and bears — |
| Girls: | The bulls, the bears! They join the bulls and bears! |
| Widdicombe: | Oh, where's the harm In having a bit of a flutter? Prudish people their eyes may shut, Cry "Oh, fie!" and "Tut, tut, tut, tut!" They make sure You'll finish your days in the gutter, If you happen to lay a shilling each way In a mild little innocent flut, ut, tut, tut, A flut, ut, tut, tut, tut, tut, utter! |
| Girls: | Oh, where's the harm In having a bit of a flutter? Prudish people their eyes may shut, Cry "Oh, fie!" and "Tut, tut, tut, tut!" They make sure You'll finish your days in the gutter, If you happen to lay a shilling each way In a mild little innocent flut, ut, tut, tut, A flut, ut, tut, tut, tut, tut, utter! |
| Widdicombe: | Now young ladies in your position Aren't supposed, without permission, Any gentleman to talk to — |
| Girls: | Oh, there's no one to talk to! |
| Widdicombe: | But there's plenty of chaps a-staring When you're out to take an airing, And they follow where you walk, too — |
| Girls: | Just wherever we walk to! |
| Widdicombe: | As if some youth, when passing by, Should offer you the joyful eye, Your girlish hearts I fancy will Begin to throb and thrill — |
| Girls: | To throb, to thrill, Begin to throb and thrill! |
| Widdicombe: | Oh, there's no doubt You get in a bit of a flutter; Still there isn't much harm in that, Hearts go "thump" and "pit-a-pat-pat." Just one glance And never a word do you utter; It's the wireless code from over the road That is getting your hearts in a flut, ut, tut, tut, A flut, ut, tut, tut, tut, tut, utter! |
| Girls: | Oh, there's no doubt You get in a bit of a flutter; Still there isn't much harm in that, Hearts go "thump" and "pit-a-pat-pat." Just one glance And never a word do you utter; It's the wireless code from over the road That is getting your hearts in a flut, ut, tut, tut, A flut, ut, tut, tut, tut, tut, utter! |
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Page modified 17 November 2016