George Formby
I Promised to be Home by Nine o'clock

Song :
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A promise is a promise and to keep it doesn't hurt you
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Keeping an appointment is to me the greatest virtue
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So when a girl last night said, "Oi!,"
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and showed her jubilation
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I hurried off the other way, kept out of all temptation

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'Cos I'd promised to be home by nine o'clock
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I wasn't tempted by a bit of frock
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For I thought of the aftermath
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Of those who lead the narrow path
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Besides on Friday I have my bath
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Always waiting for me nine o'clock

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I promised to be home by nine o'clock
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And I always have my milk at nine o'clock
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Her lips were red, her eyes were blue
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She threw a kiss and said "Goo, goo!"

I said it's a darn good job for you
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I promised to be home by nine o'clock

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When you're out of work for years 
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it's bound to cause stagnation
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So the morning I got married it was mental relaxation
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The wife, she said she'd wait for me 
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and I'd no cause to doubt her
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So I went off to the club and I forgot all about her

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'Cos I'd promised to be home by nine o'clock
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And at the sing song I got quite a shock
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For Jimmy Smith, he would resite
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The curfew shall not ring tonight
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"In that case then," I said, "alright"
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"I needn't hurry home for nine o'clock"

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Yes I'd promised to be home by nine o'clock
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And the kids don't call me Daddy but old cock!
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With fifteen kids, oh what a game!
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You're telling me that it's a shame
                         
But I suppose that I'm to blame
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For always going home by nine o'clock