"In My Little Snapshot Album" by George Formby

Preamble

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Now I'm a young inventor, a chap with good ideas,

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I've built myself a camera, it took me years and years.

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It's a wonderful invention with special x-ray tricks,

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It can take a picture in the dark and can even see through bricks.

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I bought myself an album and filled it up with snaps,

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And I've got some lovely pictures of the local girls and chaps.

Verse 1

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Now I've got a picture of the girl next door, in my little snapshot album,

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And I've never had a better snap before, in my little snapshot album.

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The night was dark and the hour was late,

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She was kissing her boy by the garden gate,

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Wouldn't she love to see page eight, in my little snapshot album.

Verse 2

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And I've got a picture of my old granddad, in my little snapshot album.

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He's over eighty but a real bad lad, in my little snapshot album

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Although he's an old antique,

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He thinks he's still the village sheik,

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I've got him dancing cheek to cheek in my little snapshot album.

Verse 3

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Now I've got a picture of the vicar's wife, in my little snapshot album.

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Chasing the Curate with a carving knife in my little snapshot album.

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Now what he did was all in fun

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But it's not the kind of thing that's done,

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I can see he pinched her hot-cross bun, in my little snapshot album.

Verse 4

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And I've got a picture of a nudist camp, in my little snapshot album,

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All very jolly but a trifle damp, in my little snapshot album.

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There's Uncle Dick without a care,

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Discarding all his underwear,

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But his watch and chain still dangle there, in my little snapshot album!