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Thread #136794   Message #3127687
Posted By: Jim Dixon
03-Apr-11 - 12:25 PM
Thread Name: Lyr Add: Songs sung by Gracie Fields
Subject: Lyr Add: THERE'S MILLIONS AND MILLIONS OF WOMEN
Found at Bill Hanks' web site - Click to play an mp3 file. Here's my transcription:


THERE'S MILLIONS AND MILLIONS OF WOMEN *
Words and music by (?)
As sung by Gracie Fields (date?)

I'm known in the district as Wallflower Jane,
Tuppence the colour and penny the flame(?) **
The man who I married was just a bit worn,
But he used to say, "Any port in a storm."
Yet there's millions and millions and millions of women,
So why pick on poor little me?
Though I didn't choose him,
I couldn't refuse him.
I tried ...(?) but I cannot lose him.
In bed when he's snoring,
He's like a man roaring.
I murmur in my misery:
"There's millions and millions and millions of women,
So why pick on poor little me?"

There's millions and millions and millions of women,
So why pick on poor little me?
At first he glad-eyed me,
Then lingered beside me,
So I closed me eyes and said, "Let heaven guide me."
He told me some lies,
Then I opened my eyes,
And I found my bags gone so I ...(?)
There's millions and millions and millions of women,
So why should it always be me?

SPOKEN: Now you know I am grumbling.

One night at a dance I was left for a while
Just like poor Bonaparte in his exile.
A fellow with feet like canoes took me arm.
I said, "I have never done you any harm!
There's millions and millions and millions of women,
So why pick on poor little me?"
In my dress newfangled
His foot got entangled.
He dragged me about till I felt nearly strangled.
Me bunions he jumped on,
And dumped on and thumped on,
Till I cried in my misery:
"There's millions and millions and millions of women,
So why pick on poor little me?"

There's millions and millions and millions of women,
So why pick on poor little me?
He wasn't a shirker,
Called me his mazurka.
When he stroked my hand, I said, "You're a fast worker!"
He's just like a mummy,
All earnest and gummy,
Yet full of ambition is he.
Oh dear! There's millions and millions and millions of women,
So why pick on poor little me?


[* Title as given at Bill Hanks' web site, but I can't find a song with this title on any catalog or discography.

[** I'm not sure of the words and I have no idea of the meaning. It sounds like she's quoting a proverb, but I can't find any proverb similar to this.]