And Her Mother Came, Too Ivor Novello

(Verse)
I seem to be the victim of a cruel jest
It dogs my footsteps with the girl I love the best
She's just the sweetest thing that I have ever known
But still we never get the chance to be alone

(Chorus 1)
My car will meet her
And her mother comes, too
It's a two-seater
Still her mother comes, too

At Ciro's when I am free
At dinner, supper, or tea
She loves to shimmy with me
And her mother does, too

We buy her trousseau
And her mother comes, too
Asked not to do so
Still her mother comes, too

She simply can't take a snub
I go and sulk at the club
Then have a bath and a rub
And her brother comes, too