Annie Doesn't Live Here Any More 1933

by James Pitt-Payne, London UK - 24 August 2012
2012

Here's a tragedy
that happened on a side street
when a fellow went
to ring his sweetheart's bell.
He saw the shades were drawn
and he knew his gal was gone,
when he listened to the story
that a neighbour had to tell.

Oh, Annie doesn't live here any more,
you must be the one she waited for,
she said I would know you
by the blue in your eye,
checkered suit, a fancy vest,
and polka dot tie.
You answer to that description
so I guess that you're the guy,
Well, Annie doesn't live here any more.
Annie doesn't live here any more.
It's too bad you didn't call before,
she just bought a gown
that ties with ribbons above,
brand new shoes
a pretty hat
and latest style glove,
she really looked so alluring,
and just waiting for your love,
but Annie doesn't live here any more.
It was Spring,
there was romance in the air,
and ev'rything
seemed for loving hearts to share,
and there was she
just as lonely and as blue
as she could be;
that's the reason
Annie doesn't live here any more.
Might have been your picture that she tore,
she was, oh, so faithful
what a pitiful sight
waited for the letter
that you promised to write.
A gentleman with a top hat
called around the other night
and Annie doesn't live here any more.

Annie doesn't live here any more,
please don't keep me
standing at the door!
Young girls nowadays
do get some funny ideas,
you were not the only freak
she knew, it appears;
One silly galoot entranced her
by the way he wagged his ears,
but, Annie doesn't live here any more,
Annie doesn't live here any more.
Maybe I have mentioned this before!
You told her to think it over
"What Tommy rot!"
Then gave her a photo
quite the worst you'd got;
I reckon she thought it over
till she thought she'd better not!
So Annie doesn't live here any more.
It was Spring
we had got the painters in
and ev'rything
helped that girl their hearts to win
and though I said:
"Just beware of that wet paint,"
she was no saint;
that's the reason
Annie doesn't live here any more.
Maybe she's not left but gone before!
Gone before she'd paid me
all the money I'd lent.
Gone before I'd even time
to ask for the rent!
The trunk full of rags
she left behind her
isn't worth a cent!
And Annie doesn't live here any more.

Looking like a Scotsman
when he pays his taxes
that poor lover cried:
"Don't tell me any more!"
But as he turned away
wicked words they heard him say
for all down the street
this chorus seemed to ring
from door to door.

Oh, Annie doesn't live here any more,
you must be the one she waited for,
she said I would know you
by the blue in your eye,
checkered suit, a fancy vest,
and polka dot tie.
You answer to that description
so I guess that you're the guy,
Well, Annie doesn't live here any more.
Annie doesn't live here any more.
It's too bad you didn't call before,
she just bought a gown
that ties with ribbons above,
brand new shoes
a pretty hat
and latest style glove,
she really looked so alluring,
and just waiting for your love,
but Annie doesn't live here any more.
It was Spring,
there was romance in the air,
and ev'rything
seemed for loving hearts to share,
and there was she
just as lonely and as blue
as she could be;
that's the reason
Annie doesn't live here any more.
Might have been your picture that she tore,
she was, oh, so faithful
what a pitiful sight
waited for the letter
that you promised to write.
A gentleman with a top hat
called around the other night
and Annie doesn't live here any more.

Annie doesn't live here any more,
please don't keep me
standing at the door!
Young girls nowadays
do get some funny ideas,
you were not the only freak
she knew, it appears;
One silly galoot entranced her
by the way he wagged his ears,
but, Annie doesn't live here any more,
Annie doesn't live here any more.
Maybe I have mentioned this before!
You told her to think it over
"What Tommy rot!"
Then gave her a photo
quite the worst you'd got;
I reckon she thought it over
till she thought she'd better not!
So Annie doesn't live here any more.
It was Spring
we had got the painters in
and ev'rything
helped that girl their hearts to win
and though I said:
"Just beware of that wet paint,"
she was no saint;
that's the reason
Annie doesn't live here any more.
Maybe she's not left but gone before!
Gone before she'd paid me
all the money I'd lent.
Gone before I'd even time
to ask for the rent!
The trunk full of rags
she left behind her
isn't worth a cent!
And Annie doesn't live here any more.

Soft karaoke
Words
piano 1
piano 2
piano 3
piano 4
lyric
pizz str bass
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Annie Doesn't Live Here Any More 1933
Music by Harold Spina
Lyrics by Joe Young & Johnny Burke
© 1933 by Irving Berlin Inc.  New York
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sequence & karaoke by James Pitt-Payne, London UK
on Friday 24 August 2012 art 20.52
in association with Veda Meyer-Castens
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