Come in the parlour, Charley

Charley was one of the boys, you know, Charley was one of the best
He loved a dear little thing in a skirt, awfully pert, Little Miss Burke
One night he waited outside her house, her father was down on him
In less than a second she said as she beckoned him into the doorway dim

Come in the parlour Charlie, come in the parlour do
Everybody is out tonight except myself and you
When they opened the door, love, it rings the electric bell
While as for the dear old sofa it squeaks but it never tells 

Charlie was fickle and proved untrue, Charlie was fickle sometimes
She got her own back and she took him to court, action she brought, damages sought
'What did he say to you? What did he do?' The judge asked the blushing Miss
She said 'Why the duffer, made my sofa suffer as soon as I murmured this:

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