American Old Time Song Lyrics: 30 Oh Squeeze Me, Joe

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 30

OH! SQUEEZE ME, JOE.
Written and Composed by John Read.

In Lincolnshire there once did dwell a charming little widow,
Whom I used to meet and sometimes treat to a walk across the meadow;
I knew that she was fond of me, tho' she never told me so -
But when I pressed her to my breast, she said: "Oh: squeeze me, Joe."

Chorus.
"Oh! squeeze me, Joe-oh! squeeze me, Joe;
It makes me feel so jolly, you know;
Oh! squeeze me, Joe-oh, squeeze me, Joe,
And if you love me, tell me so."

She kept a pretty little farm, and horses she had three;
So I paid, "My dear, there'll be no harm to take a ride with me."
She did, and slipped from off the horse, but I caught her, you must know,
Then placed my arm around her waist, When she cried: "Don't squeeze me, Joe."
Oh! squeeze me, Joe-oh! squeeze me, Joe, etc.

I popped the question there and then, I did upon my life,
And asked this charming widow would she really be my wife?
She gave a sigh, then said: "Oh, my! I really can't say 'No';
I'll be your wile and joy through life if you'll only squeeze me, Joe."
Oh! squeeze me, Joe-oh! squeeze me, Joe, etc.

I married then the widow and am happy as can be:
For the little farm und all its charms, of course, belongs to me;
And When I say I'm going away to town for a day or so,
I can't do lees than give her a kiss, then she'll say: "Oh! squeeze me, Joe."
Oh! squeeze me, Joe-oh! squeeze me, Joe, etc.