IN MY LITTLE SNAPSHOT ALBUM
As recorded by George Formby, 3-Apr-1938.

Now I'm a young inventor, a chap with good ideas.
I've built myself a camera; it took me years and years.
It's a wonderful invention, with special xray tricks.
It can take a picture in the dark, and can even see through bricks.
I bought myself an album and filled it up with snaps,
And I've got some lovely pictures of the local girls and chaps.

Now I've got a picture of the girl next door
In my little snapshot album,
And I've never had a better snap before
In my little snapshot album.
The night was dark and the hour was late.
She was kissing her boy by the garden gate.
Wouldn't she love to see page eight,
In my little snapshot album?

And I've got a picture of my old grandad
In my little snapshot album.
He's over eighty but a real bad lad,
In my little snapshot album.
Although he's an old antique,
He thinks he's still the village shiek.
I've got him dancing cheek to cheek
In my little snapshot album.

Now I've got a picture of the vicar's wife
In my little snapshot album,
Chasing the curate with a carving knife,
In my little snapshot album.
Now what he did was all in fun,
But it's not the kind of thing that's done.
I can see he pinched her hot cross bun
In my little snapshot album.

And I've got a picture of a nudist camp
In my little snapshot album—
All very jolly but a trifle damp,
In my little snapshot album.
There's uncle Dick without a care,
Discarding all his underwear,
But his watch and chain still dangles there,
In my little snapshot album.