Bobby 1922

by James Pitt-Payne, London UK - 26 Oct 2011
2011

We used to call her Mary
and some times MaryAnn
Until she cut her dresses short
and thought she'd catch a man;
She painted like an Indian Chief
and powdered like you know;
and then she bobbed her pretty hair
so we called her Bobby, Oh!

Bobby, Bobby,
Don't you break my heart, Bobby;
You were my Queen,
Girl of my dreams,
My oldfashioned sweetheart.
But now it seems
you're not the girl
I thought you were,
You didn't play quite fair,
I loved you true,
till you bobbed your hair;
Oh! Bobby, Bobby.

Bobby, Bobby,
Don't you break my heart, Bobby;
You were my Queen,
Girl of my dreams,
My oldfashioned sweetheart.
But now it seems
you're not the girl
I thought you were,
You didn't play quite fair,
I loved you true,
till you bobbed your hair;
Oh! Bobby, Bobby.

Yes it may be amusing
to tease the men this way
but bobhaired girls
were out of date
before Pere Adams day,
Yes spotlight girls
may have their place,
some man more wise may know,
But MaryAnn will grace our home
and not bobhaired Bobby, Oh!

Bobby, Bobby,
Don't you break my heart, Bobby;
You were my Queen,
Girl of my dreams,
My oldfashioned sweetheart.
But now it seems
you're not the girl
I thought you were,
You didn't play quite fair,
I loved you true,
till you bobbed your hair;
Oh! Bobby, Bobby.

Bobby, Bobby,
Don't you break my heart, Bobby;
You were my Queen,
Girl of my dreams,
My oldfashioned sweetheart.
But now it seems
you're not the girl
I thought you were,
You didn't play quite fair,
I loved you true,
till you bobbed your hair;
Oh! Bobby, Bobby.

Soft karaoke
Words
piano 1
piano 2
piano 3
piano 4
lyric
pizz str bass
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Bobby 1922
Fox Trot Song
Music by A.N.Wilson
Lyrics by Will Taylor
© MCMXXII by Will Taylor, Redlands, Cal.
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sequence & karaoke by James Pitt-Payne, London UK
on Wednesday 26 October 2011 at 09.49
in association with Veda Meyer-Castens
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wishing my grand-daughter Jasmine a very Happy 12th Birthday!
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