I Blew A Little Blast On My Whistle Songtext
von George Formby

Now when I was a boy, my mother′s pride and joy
She gave me a whistle this is it
And no matter where I go, band of hope or picture show
My little whistle always makes a hit
It's been a pal to me it′s as easy as can be
And to blow it doesn't use up any gristle
A lady came to tea, and when she smiled at
Well I blew a little blast on my whistle


I've been to London too, Leicester Square and to the zoo
In the tube and even down the Strand
But no matter where I went I had no accident
I always had my whistle in my hand
But once near Waterloo a near squeak it′s true
I trembled and my hair it seemed to bristle
A lady smiled and stopped and then she nearly dropped
When I blew a little blast on my whistle

When in a country lane, while sheltering from the rain
I soon found out that I was not alone
I heard a sound like this (kiss), it must have been a kiss
Two lovers thinking they were on their own
They carried on disgraceful, I went all goosey like
But when the lady shouted "stop it Cecil!"
I took it for a hint, and I had a little squint
And I couldn′t blow a blast on my whistle


Ah well, I'm married now, and I really don′t know how
To tell you of the news that came today
I've a little son and heir, yes one, no not a pair
No wonder that I′m feeling bright and gay
I'm feeling very proud, but I mustn′t talk so loud
I've been celebrating at the Rose and Thistle
He's a lovely little kid, and the first thing that he did
Was to blow a little blast on his whistle