Ain't It Ni-ice 1923 JPitt-Payne

by James Pitt-Payne, London UK - 15Feb2014
2014

Isn't love wonderful?
girls, oh girls,
when a boy says to you:
"What nice curls!"
Let us take a ramble
where the grass grows high
then Cupid fires his arrow
and you softly sigh...

Ain' it nice
when he offers you a poppy?
Ain' it nice
when he looks at you so sloppy.
Ain' it nice
when you sit upon a stile
and he says: "I love you!
please don't smile!"
Ain' it nice
when a bee that's after honey
tumbles down your back
and tho' you're most precise
when he puts his thumb and finger
down your back
to catch the stinger
and you feel him
kind 'o linger
Ain' it nice?

Ten o'clock! What a shock!
oh, it's late! Twenty past!
Home at last! at your gate.
He stands till eleven
or perhaps ten past
Mother doesn't mind
she thinks you've clicked at last.

Ain' it nice
when you're squeezing
in the doorway,
Ain' it nice
tho' it's colder far than Norway?
Ain' it nice
when he's never kissed before
and he says:
"Miss, do I blow or draw?"
Ain' it nice
when Ma asks him in to supper
and you think he's used
to champagne served on ice...
you feel all your chances slipping
and the table cloth you're gripping
till he says:
"I like your dripping,
Ain' it nice?"

Soon, the bells,
wedding bells,
ring dingdong!
Man and wife
tied for life
good and strong.
When the parson whispers:
"Don't forget that we
have our christ'nings
ev'ry Sunday
twelve till three,"

Ain' it nice
when the men all rush to kiss you
Ain' it nice
when Ma cries
and says she'll miss you,
Ain' it nice
that old wedding toast that runs
"May all your cares be little ones!"
Ain' it nice
when they all go home and leave you
and you're thinking:
"Is this earth or paradise?"
When he whispers:
"You're my own, dear,
we don't need a chaperone, dear,
and at last we're all alone, dear!"
Ain' it nice

Isn't love wonderful?
girls, oh girls,
when a boy says to you:
"What nice curls!"
Let us take a ramble
where the grass grows high
then Cupid fires his arrow
and you softly sigh...

Ain' it nice
when at night you warm his slippers?
Ain' it nice
when you cook his pair of kippers
Ain' it nice
when you hear his ratatat
and you kiss him on your own doormat!
Ain' it nice
when the nurse says:
"Take it mother!"
and she hands to you a treasure
with no price
Oh, it's like its ickle mubber
tho' it looks like india rubber
you just look at it and blubber
Ain' it nice

Ain' it nice
when at night you warm his slippers?
Ain' it nice
when you cook his pair of kippers
Ain' it nice
when you hear his ratatat
and you kiss him on your own doormat!
Ain' it nice
when the nurse says:
"Take it mother!"
and she hands to you a treasure
with no price
Oh, it's like its ickle mubber
tho' it looks like india rubber
you just look at it and blubber
Ain' it nice...

Soft karaoke
Words
piano 1
piano 2
piano 3
piano 4
lyric
pizz str bass
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Ain't It Ni-ice 1923 JPitt-Payne
Music by R.Harris-Weston
Lyrics by R.P.Weston & Bert Lee
© 1923 by Francis, Day & Hunter
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sequence & karaoke by James Pitt-Payne, London UK
for Mick Cooper
on Saturday 15 February 2014 at 17.23
in association with Veda Meyer-Castens
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