I BLEW A LITTLE BLAST ON MY WHISTLE
(George Formby)

George Formby
recorded March 4th 1938


Now when I was a boy,
Me mother's pride and joy,
She gave me a whistle, this is it,
And no matter where I go,
Band Of Hope or picture show,
Me little whistle always makes a hit!
It's been a pal to me,
It's as easy as can be,
And to blow it doesn't use up any gristle.
A lady came to tea,
And when she smiled at me,
Well, I blew a little blast on me whistle!

I've been to London too,
Leicester Square and to the zoo,
In the tube and even down The Strand,
But no matter where I went,
I had no accident,
I always had me whistle in me hand!
But once, near Waterloo,
A near squeak it's true,
I trembles and me hair, it seemed to bristle.
A lady smiles and stopped,
And then she nearly dropped
When I blew a little blast on me whistle!

When in a country lane,
While sheltering from the rain,
I soon found out that I was not alone.
I heard a sound like this, (kiss)
It must have been a kiss,
Two lovers thinking they were on their own.
They carried in disgraceful,
I went all goosy-like,
But when the lady shouted, "Stop it Cecil!",
I took it for a hint
And I had a little squint,
And I couldn't blow a blast on me whistle!

Ah well, I'm married now,
And I really don't know how
To tell you of the news that came today.
I've a little son and heir,
Yes one, no not a pair!
No wonder that I'm feeling bright and gay!
I'm feeling very proud,
But I mustn't talk so loud,
I've been celebrating in The Rose And Thistle.
He's a lovely little kid,
And the first thing that he did
Was to blow a little blast on his whistle!




(Transcribed by Peter Akers - December 2018)