Hello! Hello! Who's Your Lady Friend?/Lyrics

1.
Jeremiah Jones, a lady’s man was he
Ev’ry pretty girl he loved to spoon;
Till he found a wife and down beside the sea
Went to Margate for the honeymoon;

But when he strolled along the promenade
With his little wife, just newly wed,
He got an awful scare when someone strolling there
Came up to him and winked and said,

Chorus.
Hello! hello! who’s your lady friend?
Who’s the little girlie by your side?
I’ve seen you with a girl or two—
Oh! oh! Oh! I am surprised at you;

Hello! hello! stop your little games—
Don’t you think your ways you ought to mend?
It isn’t the girl I saw you with at Brighton,
Who—who—who’s your lady friend?

2.
Jeremiah took his wife’s mamma one night:
Round to see a moving picture show:
There upon the screen a picture came in sight,
Jeremiah cried “He’d better go,”

For on that picture there was Jeremiah
With a pretty girl upon his knee;
Ma cried, “What does it mean?” then pointing to the screen,
The people yelled at Jones with glee,

Chorus.
Hello! hello! who’s your lady friend?
Who’s the little girlie by your side?
I’ve seen you with a girl or two—
Oh! oh! Oh! I am surprised at you;

Hello! hello! stop your little games—
Don’t you think your ways you ought to mend?
It isn’t the girl I saw you with at Brighton,
Who—who—who’s your lady friend?

3.
Jeremiah now has settled down in life,
Said Goodbye to frills and furbelows:
Never thinks of girls except his darling wife,
Always takes her ev’ry where he goes,

By jove, why! there he is—you naughty boy!
With a lady too you’re rather free;
Of course you’ll stake your life the lady is your wife,
But tell me on the strict Q. T.

Chorus.
Hello! hello! who’s your lady friend?
Who’s the little girlie by your side?
I’ve seen you with a girl or two—
Oh! oh! Oh! I am surprised at you;

Hello! hello! stop your little games—
Don’t you think your ways you ought to mend?
It isn’t the girl I saw you with at Brighton,
Who—who—who’s your lady friend?

Extra verse.
Christmas pantomime were Jones’s chief delight,
Once he madly loved the Fairy Queen;
There behind the scenes, he spoon’d with her one night,
Someone for a lark pulled up the scenes,

And there was poor old Jones upon the stage
With his arm around the lady fair,
The house began to roar from gall’ry down to floor
Then ev’ry body shouted there,

Chorus.
Hello! hello! who’s your lady friend?
Who’s the little girlie by your side?
I’ve seen you with a girl or two—
Oh! oh! Oh! I am surprised at you;

Hello! hello! stop your little games—
Don’t you think your ways you ought to mend?
It isn’t the girl I saw you with at Brighton,
Who—who—who’s your lady friend?