THERE'S NOTHING PROUD ABOUT ME
(Harry Gifford / Fred E Cliffe)

as recorded by George Formby
September 13th 1934


I'm not stuck up or proud,
I'm just one of the crowd,
A good turn I'll do when I can.
A local doctor one night
Needed somethin' put right,
And he wanted a handy man.

There's nothin' proud about me;
I dash round quick as can be.
A girl on the couch said, "I'm fearin' the worst!
Had I better take just a few things off first?
I think I need overhaulin'!",
I answered, "So I see!

But first of all the truth I must tell,
I've called to look at your front street doorbell!
But I don't mind if I overhaul you as well,
There's nothin' proud about me!

Out in Persia one day,
That's a long way away,
I found that I hadn't a cent.
For a bed, then I thought,
Well the Sultan's a sport,
To his palace at once I went.

There's nothin' proud about me,
I'm fond of good company.
The harem was full up with wives of all kind,
I said, "I'm sure room for me they can find,
The Sultan need not be jealous,
A good lad I will be!"

One hundred wives he's got, so it's said,
There must be some place to lay down my head!
I don't mind turnin' in at the foot of the bed,
There's nothin' proud about me!




(Transcribed by Peter Akers - July 2017)