And Her Mother Came Too - Ivor Novello

I seem to be the victim of a cruel jest

It dogs my footsteps with the girl I love the best

She’s just the sweetest thing that I have ever known

But still we never get the chance to be alone

My car will meet her

And her mother comes, too

It’s a two-seater

Still her mother comes, too

At Ciro’s when I am free

At dinner, supper, or tea

She loves to shimmy with me

And her mother does, too

We buy her trousseau

And her mother comes, too

Asked not to do so

Still her mother comes, too

She simply can’t take a snub

I go and sulk at the club

Then have a bath and a rub

And her brother comes, too

There may be times when couples need a chaperone

But mothers ought to leave a chap alone

I wish they’d have a heart and use their common sense

For three’s a crowd, and more, it’s treble the expense

We lunch at Maxim’s

And her mother comes, too

How large a snack seems

When her mother comes, too

And when they’re visiting me

We finish afternoon tea

She loves to sit on my knee

And her mother does, too

To golf we started

And her mother came, too

Three bags I carted

When her mother came, too

She fainted just off the tee

My darling whispered to me

«Jack, dear, at last we are free!»

But her mother came to