THE BLUE EYED BLONDE NEXT DOOR As recorded by George Formby, 20-Aug-1939. A lovely blue-eyed blondie has come to live next door. I've seen a lot of her and now I want to see some more. She's not so shy and not too bold. She's young and tender, I've been told. She makes me go all hot and cold— The blue-eyed blonde next door. On washing day she looks divine When hanging you-know on the line. She's got more lace on hers than mine— The blue-eyed blonde next door. I'm much more friendly with her than all the other guys. I go all over dither when she starts to roll her eyes. She's got a little turned-up nose. Each day she's wearing diff'rent clothes, But where she gets them no one knows— The blue-eyed blonde next door. I took her out because she cried: She loved the simple countryside. The cosy nooks filled her with pride— The blue-eyed blonde next door. I found out in those cosy nooks, Beside the simple bubbling brooks, She's not so simple as she looks— The blue-eyed blonde next door. She hasn't got a brother; her father lives in France. She never had a mother; she was born round at her aunt's. I didn't think she'd fall for me, Till one day she climbed up a tree. She fell and hurt her dignity— The blue-eyed blonde next door. She's learning dancing, and it's true, One day the splits she tried to do. She nearly split herself in two— The blue-eyed blonde next door. She's fond of music, I am sure. She asked me in to play some more, So I supply the music for The blue-eyed blonde next door. She calls me in there daily, to sing and have a chat. She plays me ukulele, and she's getting good at that. When mother said: "Where have you been?" "I've been to London to see the queen." She said: "I know the queen you mean— The blue-eyed blonde next door."
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