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Thread #165321   Message #3964230
Posted By: Jim Dixon
01-Dec-18 - 07:22 PM
Thread Name: Lyr Add: The Villain Still Pursued Her (A Askey)
Subject: Lyr Add: THE VILLAIN STILL PURSUED HER (A Askey)
You can hear this song at YouTube:


THE VILLAIN STILL PURSUED HER
As recorded by Arthur Askey, 1943.

The theatre was crowded from the ceiling to the floor.
The orchestra had played the overture.
At last the curtain rises on the scene: a lonely moor,
And the heroine so innocent and pure.

She thinks she is alone, but soon amid a storm of boos,
There emerges from behind a blasted tree
The form of Filthy Ferdinand, who tells her she must choose
Between his foul caress and poverty.

CHORUS: But the villain still pursued her; he chased her high and low.
I don’t know what he asked her but she always answered no.

He took her to his lonely house six miles from where the town is.
He said: “Come close to me, my dear; how beautiful your gown is!”
But she gave him a kick that they had taught her in the Brownies,
And Filthy Ferdinand was foiled again. CHORUS

In the second scene he caught her and prepared for the attack.
He threw her on the sofa; things were looking very black,
But the broker’s men came in just then and took the sofa back,
And Filthy Ferdinand was foiled again. CHORUS

He took her to the cemet’ry so very dark and drear.
He threw her on a tombstone and said: “Now, my pretty dear—,”
But a voice from underneath said: “Ah, you can’t do that there ’ere!”
And Filthy Ferdinand was foiled again. CHORUS

Scene five, he wooed her in a wood; the maiden gave a scream.
The hero on his bicycle appeared upon the scene.
He tore the villain’s trousers off and exposed his wicked scheme,
And Filthy Ferdinand was foiled again.

Then they played the queen a shout:
“Pass along there! This way out!”
And Filthy Ferdinand was foiled again.

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Long Firm Freddie posted another version of this song here (unfortunately, in my opinion, buried in a long thread whose theme is only slightly related). He also attributes it to Arthur Askey, but his lyrics are considerably different from mine. I can’t explain that.