Poor Prune

by Jerome Kern (music) and P. G. Wodehouse (lyrics)

[Verse]

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Mamah often used to tell me how I'm prudent

It is for girls to let their fancies roam.

And go out walking evenings with a student,

Instead of washing dishes safe at home.

But I never thought my Percy would deceive me:

He seemed as good and faithful as a lamb.

And now doggone it! If he doesn't leave me,

The double faced horn-swoggling little clam:

[Burthen]

I will always love you dearie!

Morning, night and afternoon;

And my heart will be so weary

if we don't get married soon!

Oh I fell for all that old time junk,

Them nights beneath the moon,

Poor prune!

[Verse]

Now I can't enjoy my meals, my heart is broken:

I don't know when I've felt so awful wild.

Ah, since those crool remarks of his was spoken,

I've turned into a woman from a child.

It gets my goat for fair when I remember

Them walks we used to take at close of day.

And how it used to fan Love's burning ember,

When he to me these tender woids would say:

[Burthen]

I will always love you dearie!

With a love that nought can kill;

And my heart will ne'er grow so weary

nor my passion get a chill!

Yes I fell for all the hot air stuff,

That Percy used to spill,

Poor pill!