IT'S TURNED OUT NICE AGAIN As recorded by George Formby, 2-Apr-1939. Springtime, summer, autumn, winter—so the seasons go. Sometimes we get them all at once with a little rain or snow. The sun for long it doesn't shine. It's either wet or else it's fine. Last night I said when I went to bed: "It's turned out nice again." In this hotel, I'll sleep well; it's turned out nice again. A sweet young bride then popped inside, turned down the counterpane. She shouted: "Ooh!" I said: "Peek boo! It's turned out nice again." Said Mrs Rouse at Seaview House: "It's turned out nice again. The joint is through, but as a stew, it's turned out nice again." A fork she stuck into the duck; it seemed to be in pain. I said: "Here goes for the parson's nose; it's turned out nice again." When you call upon your girl, you start to be polite. Though it's raining cats and dogs, you say: "It's a lovely night tonight." With her you start to bill and coo. The glass is falling and she is too. Last washing day, I heard 'em say: "It's turned out nice again." For the bits of hose, and these and those, it's turned out nice again. To Mrs James or What's-Her-Names, I said: "You can't complain. It's the same pair, dear, that you wore last year; they've turned out nice again." Said Doctor Wright to me last night: "It's turned out nice again. It's plain to tell, the wife's doing well; it's turned out nice again." I said to the nurse: "Tell me the worst;" she said: "You will feel vain. This time it's quads;" I said: "Ye gods, it's turned out nice again!"
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