I WONDER WHO'S UNDER HER BALCONY NOW
As recorded by George Formby, 22-Oct-1938.

Things have gone wrong
With my love song.
I'm not serenading tonight.
In my place there's somebody new
Doing the things that I ought to do.

I wonder who's under her balcony now. Who's kissing my girl?
Will he kiss her under the nose
Or underneath the archway where the sweet William grows?
If he's fresh and gets too free,
I hope a bulldog bites him in the place it bit me.
I wonder who's under her balcony now. Who's kissing my girl?

I wonder who's under her balcony now. Who's kissing my girl?
Will he kiss her under the nose,
Or underneath the archway where the sweet William grows?
I will bet, ten to one,
There's not a thing that he can do that I haven't done.
I wonder who's under her balcony now. Who's kissing my girl?

I wonder who's under her balcony now. Who's kissing my girl?
Will he kiss her under the nose,
Or underneath the archway where the sweet William grows?
May he fall, feel a wreck,
And stagger home without the trelliswork round his neck.
I wonder who's under her balcony now. Who's kissing my girl?

I wonder who's under her balcony now. Who's kissing my girl?
Will he kiss her under the nose,
Or underneath the archway where the sweet William grows?
I hope he catches the lot
When she empties out her old geranium pot.
I wonder who's under her balcony now. Who's kissing my girl?