From the show “Miss Springtime”, 1916
Words by P. G. Wodehouse
Music by Jerome Kern
The sheet music:
Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:
Lyrics
- This is a wicked world, you’ll find
So, take my words to heart
Time’s apt, our good intentions to diminish
Just try to bear in mind
It doesn’t matter how you start
So much as how you finish
I knew a little lady once
Who meant extremely well
But she couldn’t keep it up and fell
Refrain
She was a very good girl on Sunday
Not quite so good on Monday
On Tuesday, she was even worse
On Wednesday and Thursday, goodnight Nurse
She seemed to lose by Friday
All sense of what was right
She started out quite mild and meek
But her virtue seemed to spring a leak
She kept getting worse all thro’ the week
And, oh you Saturday night
- She knew that men were wicked
For her grandmamma had said
That Satan was the master who employed them
And so she made a rule that
That should never turn her head
She vowed that she’d avoid them
But every time she tried it
To her mind this thought would spring
“Am I passing up a darned good thing?”
Refrain
She wouldn’t look at a man on Sunday
She’d peep at him on Monday
On Tuesday, she took off the lid
On Wednesday and Thursday, Oh you kid
She seemed to lose by Friday
All sense of what was right
Most any time she met a guy
She would pass along with downcast eye
And say with a blush, “No sir, Goodbye”
But come ’round Saturday night
Sung here by Laurence Rubenstein: