I'M A FROGGIE
(Hargreaves / Damerell
)

as recorded by George Formby
1936


Through saving up the coupons in Day & Martins' tea,
I won a weekend ticket to gay Paree.
Me clothes will tell you I am a continental swell,
I'm so French now that I no speak the English very well!
The young French women, ee they're fast!  
On Monday one sweet pet,
She smiled and asked me if I'd like to see her maisonette!
I wired back home for fourpence more, but mother wouldn't part,
So I was wacked, or as we French say, "in the a-la-carte!"

I'm a Froggie, I'm a Froggie,
I'm a Frenchie dirty doggie,
I speak the French tongue most fluidly,
They all know me when I say "oui oui!"
I'm a may song, I'm a tres bong,
P'r'aps a can-can, I'm not sure!
The shirt that I'm now wearin'
Is pomme de tearin'!
I'm a Froggie, I'm a Froggie,
I'm a Lancashire main sewer!

The Frenchie girls all call me a chick, I don't know why,
Unless it's my fine feathers that caught their eye?
I smiles once at a French girl, she smiles back at me too,
But her old man, to make things worse, had fought at Waterloo!
He said we'd have to fight a duel and I turned white as chalk,
He gave me choice of weapons, so I chose a knife and fork!
And as I turned to run away, the coward stabbed me hard,
Then picked his missus up and smacked her on the boulevard!

I'm a Froggie, I'm a Froggie,
I'm a Frenchie dirty doggie,
Our knocker-up calls me her "apache",
She gets very rash, swings on me 'tache!
I'm a flirter, bit of skirter, ruined homes lie at my door,
The girls call me "deceiver", the kids call "viveur!"
I'm a Froggie, I'm a Froggie,
I'm a Lancashire main sewer!

I'm a Froggie, I'm a Froggie,
I'm a Frenchie dirty doggie,
The girls say when my hat I raise,
"What polished ways, so mayonnaise!"
Women chase me and embrace me,
And I blame my "rougette noir!"
They say I make 'em goosy,
Their eyes go juicy!
I'm a Froggie, I'm a Froggie,
I'm a Lancashire main sewer!




(Transcribed by Peter Akers - January 2019)