No. 11 - Song - Ellen and Bridesmaids - "Bob and me."

Lyrics by Claude Aveling

[Ellen:] Oh, the fine folks with their marriages
Too fussy always are,
They wants horses and their carriages,
Or else a motor car;
But that motion ain't my notion,
It's too fidgety by half,
And you're either tumbled out,
Or you jump and shake about,
Like a cinematograph!
[Bridesmaids:] Like a cinematograph!
[Ellen:] Just wait and see
When Bob and me
Get married on our own,
No motor car for us,
We'll take a penny 'bus;
We'll have no bells or smoky smells,
Or pip-pip-pipping fuss,
When Bob and me
Get married on our own!
[Bridesmaids:] Just wait and see
When Bob and me
Get married on our own,
No motor car for us,
We'll take a penny 'bus;
We'll have no bells or smoky smells,
Or pip-pip-pipping fuss,
When Bob and me
Get married on our own!

[Ellen:] And so awkward and so stiff they are,
When the honeymoon's begun,
And they sneak away as if they are
Ashamed of what they've done;
First to Dover, then cross over
To the Continent they fly,
And they hide in Hotel Grand,
Like an ostrich in the sand,
But my Bob and me ain't shy!
[Bridesmaids:] But her Bob and she ain't shy!
[Ellen:] And you shall see
When Bob and me
Get married on our own,
We'll manage very well
Without a Grand Hotel,
A short weekend at gay Southend,
Or trip on the "Margate Belle,"
When Bob and me
Get married on our own!
[Bridesmaids:] Just wait and see
When Bob and me
Get married on our own,
We'll manage very well
Without a Grand Hotel,
A short weekend at gay Southend,
Or trip on the "Margate Belle,"
When Bob and me
Get married on our own!