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No. 17 - Song - Frank - "A little supper-table for two."
| Frank: | When a fellow loves a girl in London Town, He plays no love-song, nor sings a serenade; He seeks no shaded solitary glade, But 'mid the flurry and the scurry Of the West End he will hurry; He will take her to a café of renown, Where electric lights are shinin up above. The band is sweetly playing as the menu he's surveying, And it fills his mind with little thoughts of love. At a little supper-table laid for two, In a corner where there's nobody to view, Where the shaded lamps are beaming and you're amorously dreaming Of the lady who is opposite to you All the courses are a trouble to go through, For the "course" of true love you would just pursue, So you gently tip the waiter and he's bound to leave you later At your little supper-table laid for two. |
| When a fellow loves a girl in London Town, He writes no verses in manner debonair; His poetry is on the bill of fare, And his selection is perfection, It requires much circumspection; She's attired in such a dainty little gown, And it gives him quite an appetite to eat. Their corner's very quiet when they're toying with the diet, And of course they always finish with a sweet. At a little supper-table laid for two, In a corner where there's nobody to view, Where the shaded lamps are beaming and you're amorously dreaming Of the lady who is opposite to you All the courses are a trouble to go through, For the "course" of true love you would just pursue, So you gently tip the waiter and he's bound to leave you later At your little supper-table laid for two. |
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Page modified 11 December 2016