Poor John (feat. Nan Wynn)

Poor John - Rita Hayworth/Nan Wynn

I ought to think myself a lucky girl

I know

'Cos I'm engaged but still somehow

I don't think so

John that's the name of my finnonce

You see

There's no mistake

He's very fond of me

He took me out for walks

And oh he was so nice

He always used to kiss me

On the same place twice

Often in the park

We would sit and spoon

And I was so so happy

'Till the other afternoon

John took me round to see his mother

His mother his mother

And when he introduced us to each other

She weighed up everything that I had on

She put me through a 'cross examination

I fairly boiled with aggravation

Then she shook her head

Looked at me and said

Poor John

Poor John

His mother

She put me through a 'cross examination

I fairly boiled with aggravation

Then she shook her head

Looked at me and said

Poor John

Poor John

John took around to see his mother

His mother

His mother

And when he introduced them to each other

She weighed up everything that I had on

She put me through a 'cross examination

I fairly boiled with aggravation

Then she shook her head

And looked at you and said

Poor John

Poor John

She weighed up everything that I had on

She put me through a 'cross examination

I fairly boiled with aggravation