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."