Ain't It Awful 1907

by James Pitt-Payne, London Uk - 20 October 2010
2010

This town is getting awful,
Or so it seems to me,
The people here are just
as narrowminded as can be;
They talk about their neighbors,
Mistrust their dearest friends,
Let something drop
and there's no telling
where the scandal ends;
There's little you can say or do,
that they will miss,
Ain't it awful,
Ain't it awful
There's no such thing as friendship
in a town like this,
For instance, there's this "Kennedy" affair.

Ain't it awful, Ain't it awful,
There's poor Missus Kennedy,
as nice a woman as can be,
He treats her simply cruelly,
Indeed, she has my sympathy,
In jail is where he ought to be,
Just nothing but a brute is he;
He's flirting 'round continually,
In fact, he tried to flirt with me;
It's none of my bus'ness,
but it's awful.

My mother darling taught me,
When I was very young,
That blessings are bestowed upon
the girl who holds her tongue.
Expose what I hold secret?
Oh, bless your heart, not I;
Some awful things I could divulge,
if I should care to try;
I could tell some women
of their husbands lives,
Ain't it awful,
Ain't it awful.
I could tell the husbands of deceitful wives,
For instance, there's that dentist,
Doctor Peck.

Ain't it awful, Ain't it awful,
There's that Missus Henry Thayer,
The upstart with the haughty air,
She makes me sick,
I do declare, of course, you know,
she bleached her hair.
She runs around the public square,
to show her shape is why she's there,
That dentist better have a care,
She's always in the dentist's chair;
It's none of my bus'ness,
but it's awful.

A good, kindhearted person,
Is always in a mess,
The less you do,
the more they thank you
for it all, I guess.
I've always been so careful
since I was but a child,
Why, I could whisper things,
would set the town just simply wild.
Why, I could throw
some reputation in the air;
Ain't it awful,
Ain't it awful.
But there are certain people
that we've got to spare,
But listen, did you hear
of Missis White?

Ain't it awful, Ain't it awful,
There's that Missus Charlie White,
I think that she's a perfect fright,
Why all she does is scrap and fight,
I'll tell you something just for spite,
She doesn't treat her husband right,
Although she can't explain it quite,
The foreman of the fac'try might,
He makes her husband work at night;
It's none of my bus'ness,
but it's awful.

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Ain't It Awful 1907
by Geo.M.Cohan
© 1907 by F.A.Mills - New York
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sequence & karaoke by James Pitt-Payne, London UK
on Wednesday 20 October 2010 at 21.44
in association with Veda Meyer-Castens
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