I CAN TELL IT BY MY HOROSCOPE
(Harry Gifford / Fred E Cliffe / George Formby)

as recorded by George Formby
April 2nd 1939


I can read the future and tell if fate's unkind;
The stars I've read,
I'll look ahead
And this is what I find;
Snowstorms and hails,
Blizzards and gales,
Through fog our way we grope,
But next July
It's going to be dry,
I can tell it by me horoscope!

Climbin' last week
A big mountain peak,
I slipped down the rocky slope.
I cried as I fell,
"I'm on me way to bed!,
I can tell it by me horoscope!

There's lucky colours,
Lucky stones,
Lucky numbers too!
Lucky eight,
As sure as fate,
Will always pull me through!

My cousin Kate
Is putting on weight,
I said, "You're beyond all hope!
Nature's unkind,
Your future's all behind,
I can tell it by your horoscope!"

Said grandpa so gay,
Mixed bathing one day,
"With flappers I still can cope!
I'm older in years
But I've got some young ideas,
I can tell it by me horoscope!"

My cousin Joe
Pulled a wishbone with Flo,
And said, "For the best let's hope!"
Then he whispered, "Ooh!
Me wish is coming true,
I can tell it by me horoscope!"

There's lucky colours,
Lucky stones,
Lucky numbers too!
Lucky eight,
As sure as fate,
Will always pull me through!

I studied stars,
Venus and Mars;
For Venus there isn't much hope!
She's all wrapped in gauze
With a pair of flannel socks,
I can tell it by her horoscope!




(Transcribed by Peter Akers - August 2017)