ISLE OF MAN, THE
(Harry Gifford / Fred E Cliffe / George Formby)

George Formby
recorded November 28th 1935


There's a beautiful spot called The Isle Of Man,
Where holiday folk like to go,
But just how it came
To be given that name,
Really I'd like to know!

Crowds of spinsters over forty
Simply dying to be naughty,
And they call it The Isle Of Man!
"All I found," said young Miss Owen,
Our old crocks who can't get goin'!"
And they call it The Isle Of Man!

While there's girls there, could it be slow?
No, no, a thousand times no!
There's old maids who long for squeezes,
Hugging palms and pekin'eses,
And they call it The Isle Of Man!

See the girls in their shorts, up to every game,
Like kids with their spades and their pails.
On the beach where they lay,
Gay old sea dogs each day
Tell them some salty tales!

Flappers say, "What's coming to us?
There's no villains to pursue us!"
Andy murmurs, "It's disgustin',
I'm quite willin' and I'm rustin'!"
And they call it The Isle Of Man!

While there's girls there, could it be slow?
No, no, a thousand times no!
There are crowds of lovely charmers
Dressed in father's beach pyjamas,
And they call it The Isle Of Man!

Round the dance hall girls are sittin',
Lookin' lonely with their knittin',
And they call it The Isle Of Man!
Those who murmur, "Where we're game for,
Go on miners, what they came for!"
And they call it The Isle Of Man!

While there's girls there, could it be slow?
No, no, a thousand times no!
Outside bedroom doors are trippers,
There's no boots beside the slippers,
And they call it The Isle Of Man!




(Transcribed by Peter Akers - February 2019)