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A Gob is a Slob

A Gob is a Slob
(Oscar Brand)

My mother told me not to talk to strangers in the street.
As the years went by, remembering, I was never indiscreet.
But girls are girls and boys are boys and boys and girls are fools.
We're all the same, so who's to blame when it's nature makes the rules?

Well, I walked down the street like a good girl should.
He followed me down the street like I knew he would,
Because a gob is a slob wherever he may be.
Listen and I'll tell you what this sailor did to me.

I walked to my house like a good girl should.
He followed to my house like I knew he would,
Because a gob is a slob wherever he may be.
Listen while I tell you what this sailor did to me.

I ran up the stair like a frightened hare.
I even locked my bedroom door.
I turned to the bed, almost fell over dead.
Somehow, he sneaked right in before.

I got into bed like a good girl should.
He followed me into bed like I knew he would,
Because a gob is a slob wherever he may be.
Listen and I'll tell you what this sailor did to me.

I pursed my lips. I tried a frown, but frowning's not my style.
I tried a pout, but what came out was a coy, inviting smile.
I knew he would have had me even if I had refused.
He didn't need encouragement, but what he got he used.

I got into bed like a good girl should.
He followed me into bed like I knew he would,
Because a gob is a slob wherever he may be.
Listen while I tell you what this fellow did to me.

I got me a time like a good girl should.
He got him a time like I knew he would,
Because a gob is a slob wherever he may be.
Listen while I tell you what this sailor did to me.

He grabbed me tight and he switched off the light
And he settled down to stay.
I would have said, "Please leave this bed,"
But who the hell is built that way?

So had me a child like a good girl should,
And he went off to sea like I knew he would,
Because a gob is a slob wherever he may be.
Now you heard the story what this sailor did to me.

Recorded by Oscar Brand on "Bawdy Songs & Backroom Ballads, Vol. 2," 1949.
JD
July01
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