THE FORGOTTEN WORD.
Copyright, 1893, by Frank Tousey.
Words by Harry W. Emmet. Music by Geo. M. Rosenberg.
I know a pretty little girl whose mem'ry's awful bad;
She often forgers the simplest things, which makes her very sad;
For instance, now, today she tried to tell young Dan McGee
About a thing the ladies wear which goes around their---
What d'you call it? What d'you call it? Now you know;
What d'you call it? What d'you call it? Oh, dear, oh!
She'd blush and then she'd stammer, couldn't recollect a thing;
The word she tried to think of was----* A lady 'aging.
One day she went to Coney Isle, as gay as gay could be,
And like the rest she thought she'd go out bathing In the sea.
The people yelled when she appeared, which caused her great distress;
Of course, quite absent-minded, she forgot her bathing-
What d'you call It? What d'you call It? Now you know;
What d'you call It? What d'you call It? Oh, dear, oh!
It made a lot of difference, as they could plainly see;
The thing she forgot was---* Her bathroom key.
She often goes to the theatre, and wonders why the men
Who come to see the ballet girls so often go again.
She asked the reason of a chap, whose head was bald as eggs;
He answered that he simply went to see the ladies'---
What d'yon call 'em? What d'you call 'em? Now you know;
What d'you call 'em? What d'yon call 'em? Oh, dear, oh!
She couldn't think of what it was; I saw this at a glance-
She simply meant to say be came to see * The ladies dance.
Said she, "You know poor Billy Brown, be went to swim one day;
He laid a stone down on his clothes for fear they'd blow away.
Some naughty boys removed the stone, the wind blew high by chance,
So Billy was obliged to run right home without his
What d'you call it? What d'you call It? Now you know;
Whut d'yon call it? What d'yon call It? Oh, dear, oh!
I thought he must have been a sight, for Billy's snort and fat,
But all the time she tried to say-- * He'd lost his hat.