Poor John

I ought to think myself a lucky girl
I know
Cause I'm engaged but still somehow
I don't think so
John, that's the name of my fiancé
You see
There's no mistake
He's very fond of me
He took me out for walks
Think that he was so nice
He always used to kiss me
On the same place twice
Often in the park
We was sit and spoon
And I was so so happy
Till the other afternoon
John took me round to see his mother
His mother his mother
And when he introduced us to each other
She weighed up everything that I had on
She put me through a cross examination
I fairly boiled with aggravation
Then she shook her head
Looked at me and said
"poor john, poor john"
His mother
She put me through a cross examination
I fairly boiled with aggravation
Then she shook her head
Looked at me and said
"poor john, poor john"
John took her round to see his mother
His mother his mother
And when he introduced them to each other
She weighed up everything that I had on
She put her through a cross examination
I fairly boiled with aggravation
Then she shook her head
And Looked at her and said
"poor john....TT....poor john"
She weighed up everything that I had on
She put her through a cross examination
I fairly boiled with aggravation
Then she shook her head
Looked at me and said
"poor john....TT....poor john"