Mamma's Gone Young Papa's Gone Old 1927

by James Pitt-Payne, London UK - 31 August 2011
2011

Oh, Gee! Listen to me;
Our Mamma dear was turning grey
and Pa would look at her and say
"You're getting older ev'ry day."
Poor "Mam" said: "If I am,
I'm going to open all your eyes."
So she took her face
to a beauty place
and oh, Boy!
What a surprise.

Mamma's gone young,
Papa's gone old
Mamma's gone hot
Papa's gone cold
Mamma gets younger
Papa gets older each day.
Mamma's gone thin,
Papa's gone fat
Mamma's like this,
Papas's like that
Mamma's just blooming
Papa's just fading away.
Mamma with her Eton Crop looks
saucy, cute and sweet,
Papa has a straggly beard,
that looks like Shredded Wheat
Mamma's at night clubs
shaking the "shim"
Papa he shakes in every limb,
Mamma gets younger,
papa gets older each day.

Mamma's gone young,
Papa's gone old
Mamma's gone hot
Papa's gone cold
Mamma gets younger
Papa gets older each day.
Mamma's gone strong
Papa's gone weak
Mamma's all bubble
Papa's all squeak
Mamma's just blooming
Papa's just fading away.
Fellows all admire dear Mamma's
gown of crêpeduchêne
No one looks down Papa's neck
to see his Thermogene.
Mamma plays bridge
'till morning. Yes sir!
Papa plays Patience waiting for her,
Mamma gets younger
Papa gets older each day.

Poor Pop
thin on the top
begins to look an old "hasbeen"
While Mamma in her crêpeduchêne
altho' she's fifty
looks eighteen.
Pa sighs sorrowfly cries:
"She's not a wife to me somehow."
When he calls her "Ma"
she says: "Stop that, Pa,
Just call me Honey babe now."

Mamma's gone young,
Papa's gone old
Mamma's gone hot
Papa's gone cold
Mamma gets younger
Papa gets older each day.
Mamma's brand new
Papa's antique
Mamma wants love
Papa's no sheik,
Mamma's just blooming
Papa's just fading away.
Mama in her pink pyjamas
looks a dream of bliss,
Papa in his old red nightie
looks like Father Chris'
Mamma's complexion
blooms like a rose,
Papa's complexion's
flown to his nose,
Mamma gets younger
Papa gets older each day.

Mamma's gone young,
Papa's gone old
Mamma's gone hot
Papa's gone cold
Mamma gets younger
Papa gets older each day.
Mamma's gone fast
Papa's gone slow,
Mamma's wound up,
Papa won't go
Mamma's just blooming
Papa's just fading away.
Mamma only wants a lipstick
when she's walking out.
Papa must have two sticks
'cos he suffers with the gout.
Mamma displays the stockings she wears
Papa shows his, but nobody cares
Mamma gets younger
Papa gets older each day.

Soft karaoke
Words
piano 1
piano 2
piano 3
piano 4
lyric
pizz str bass
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Mamma's Gone Young Papa's Gone Old 1927
Music by Harris Weston
Lyrics by R.P.Weston & Bert Lee
© 1927 by Francis, Day & Hunter Ltd.  London
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sequence & karaoke by James Pitt-Payne, London UK
on Wednesday 31 August 2011 at 16.58
in association with Veda Meyer-Castens
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