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CHINESE LAUNDRY BLUES
(Jack Cottrell / George Formby)

George Formby
Also recorded by : Nat Gonella & His Georgians; Jim MacLeod.

Now Mr. Woo was a laundry man
In a shop with an old green door

FANLIGHT FANNY

Up the west end, that's the best end, where the night clubs thrive
Down into a dive you go.
There's a jazz queen, she's a has-been, has been Lord knows what
Every night she's there on show.
She dances underneath a magic spell
She's full of charm and beer and stout as well.

Grandad's Flannelette Nightshirt-1939
Regal Zonophone MR3301 Formby/Latta

Now in our family we've got an heirloom.
They handed it to me a year ago.
It's been in our possession since Grandad was a lad.
Ill tell you what it is and then you'll know.
It's my Grandad's Flannelette nightshirt

You should see me out in France wearing my tin hat
With shot and shell it's worse than – well it's even worse than that
Now imagine me in the Maginot Line
Sitting on a mine in the Maginot Line
Now it's turned out nice again
The Army life is fine
French girls make a fuss of me
I'm not French as you can see

Our Fanny ain't the girl she used to be,
The Yanks have surely carried her away,
Although she comes from Wigan by the sea,
You'd think that she was born in U.S.A.

Oh, she's very fond of Spam, and she's always shouting, "Scram"
Our Fanny's gone all Yankee
And she talks in her sleep about her boyfriend's jeep,

If there's one thing that I like,
It's riding around on a motor-bike
I'm a speed king, when I once begin.
I once won first prize two and six,

I know all the dirt track dirty tricks
I'm a marvel when I'm out to win.
In a fifty mile race I am the best,

The Blue-Eyed Blonde Next Door-1939
Regal Zonophone

A lovely blue eyed blondie, has come to live next door
Ive see a lot of her and now I want to see some more.
Shes not too shy and not too bold, shes young and tender Ive been told,
She makes me go all hot and cold the blue eyed blonde next door.

Now I go cleanin' windows to earn an honest bob
For a nosy parker it's an interestin' job

Now it's a job that just suits me
A window cleaner you would be
If you can see what I can see
When I'm cleanin' windows

Now everybody’s got a crazy notion of their own
Some like to mix up with a crowd, some like to be alone
It’s no one else’s business as far as I can see
But every time that I go out the people stare at me

With my little ukulele in my hand, of course the people do not understand
Some say why don’t you be a scout, why don’t you read a book?
But I get lots more pleasure when I’m playing with my uke.