EVERY LITTLE MOVEMENT
(J C Moore / Cliffe)

as recorded by Marie Lloyd
1912


Up to the West End,
Right in the best end,
Straight from the country came Miss Sadie Brown.
Father a curate,
Couldn't endure it,
That's why the ladies are residing in town!
Twelve months ago her modest self was quite sublime,
To sit on a fellow's knee would be an awful crime!
And if you should want a kiss,
She'd droop her eyes like this,
But now she droops them just one at a time!

And every little movement has a meaning of its own,
Every little movement tells a tale.
When she walk in dainty hobbles
At the back around here,
There's a kind of wibble-wobble!
And she glides like this,
Then the johnnies follow in her trail,
But when she turns her head like so,
Something's doin', don't you know!
Every little movement tells a tale!

Down by the blue sea,
Cute as she could be,
Maudie would go for her dip every day.
Maudie has an eye
For the boys, oh my!
And it happens that Reggie was passing that way.
When Reggie saw her he fell in quite a trance,
He too is going bathing, for he knows here's a chance!
She didn't smile or frown,
Just threw her peignoir down,
Then slyly shrugged her shoulders with a glance.

And every little movement has a meaning of its own,
Every little movement tells a tale.
When she dashed into the ocean,
Reggie kept close by for to know her he'd a notion!
Maudie tried to swim,
"Oh I'm here", said Reggie, "If you fail",
And in less than half a wink,
Maudie dear commenced to sink!
Every little movement tells a tale!

Congratulations,
Such celebrations,
Bertie and Gertie have just tied the knot!
Folks at the party,
All gay and hearty,
Noticed the bridegroom looks anxious, eh what!
When friends and relatives depart their different ways,
Alone with the girlie of his heart,
And once again he turns the lights down low.
She looked at him like so,
Then slyly with her wedding ring she plays.

And every little movement has a meaning of its own,
Every little movement tells a tale.
When alone no words they utter,
But when midnight chimes their hearts begin to flutter!
And she yawns like this,
And stretches out her arms so frail.
And hubby, full of love,
Looks at her and points above!
Every little movement tells a tale!



(Transcribed by Peter Akers - December 2015)