A popular song from 1933.
Words by Joe Young.
Music by Milton Ager.
Sheet music provided by Laurence Rubenstein:
Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:
Lyrics
- Said Missus Jones to Mister Jones
“I kinda feel it in my bones
You’d like to get out on the loose
Step around and raise the deuce”
Said Mister “J” to Missus “J”
“You’re wrong to think I feel that way”
But Jonesy-onesy near dropped dead
When she brought his had and said
Chorus
Toodle-oo, ta, ta, go bye bye
You can stay out half the night
But, baby, dear, listen here
See that you get home all right
Get around and meet the boy friends
Whoop it up to your delight
But when you’re done, listen hon’
See that you get home all right
Don’t be a silly if it looks like a storm
If you get chilly and you wanna get warm
Don’t forget the house and number
If you still can walk a flight
It’s up one floor, second door
See that you get home all right
- Now Mister Jones is all at sea
His wife is such a mystery
He never knows when she means “no”
When to come or when to go
The other night he came home late
His wifie met him at the gate
And as he tried to walk inside
She turned him right around and cried
Chorus
Toodle-oo, ta, ta, go bye bye
Take in ev’rything in sight
But, baby, dear, listen here
See that you get home all right
You can fly around the high spots
‘Till you’re higher than a kite
But when you’re done, listen hon’
See that you get home all right
In Harlem town, take in those African Speaks
Stop at the Chinkees and drop into the Greeks
Pay a visit to the Dutchman’s
Satisfy your appetite
But, baby, dear, listen here
See that you get home all right
Sung here by Fred Feild: