She's been finished for years,
What's the matter with Mabel Grace?
Mabel Grace is an artist,
She may be a bit long in the tooth now,
than you'll ever be, so there.
Sucking up to the top -liners.
Who sucks up to the top -liners?
What's the matter with Irene Baker?
Well, when last heard from,
she was falling down drunk
at the Empire Arklay Pool.
Irene never touches a drop
and well, you know it. Irene!
Was Miss Baker this and Miss Baker
that the last time you saw her?
Oh, trying to make me think
when you can time your laughs like Irene Baker does,
I'll give you a nice red apple.
Fat lot of laughs I'd get
If you're dissatisfied with your material,
you know what you can do with it.
Yeah, I know what I'd like
Oh, we're back again at that, are we?
I'm sick of you and the old act.
good enough for my mum and dad.
It's good enough for you.
Yeah, things have changed, you know,
a bit since your mum and dad's day.
There's electric light now and telephones.
A little invention called the moving pictures.
I mean, nobody wants to see the red peppers
That's just where you're wrong, see?
we are flesh and blood we are.
public would rather see flesh
than a cheesy photograph.
put Garbo on on a Saturday night in
and see what had happened to her.
look what happened to us.
that wasn't Devonport it was
well whatever it was the fleet was in.
if you think the acts are lousy
it's a pity you don't rewrite some of it.
I've never tried going into St.
and offering to rewrite the Bible.
very very very very funny.
you're wasted in the show business
for comic cuts you ought.
I could think up better gags
That wasn't a lady, it was my wife.
when your grandmother fell off
Only that she didn't fall soon
Red Peppers, three minutes.
Well, don't drop it. All right.
who find it thrilling to do the
Just to drink at the Ritz,
For when we pain, the world is at our feet
Top hats, white specks, look divine on us
Bells a -shine on us, get a name on us
her lips pop into the trunk
Now we start the business of the day
Pick a dimpsy in the bright morning air
All the girls turn and stare,
though we are so nonchalant
and frankly never nail, as we chat.
To you, Horace, Maud or Lily,
for they know without a doubt
that their luck's right out
All the girls say, who's here?
And Percy, blah, blah, blah
For they long with all their might
When they see a couple of men