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!"