I Wonder Who's Under Her Balcony Now? - George Formby

Things have gone wrong, with my love song I’m not serenading tonight.

In my place there’s somebody new, doing the things that I ought to do.

I wonder who’s under her balcony now, who’s kissing my girl

Will he kiss her under the nose,

Or underneath the archway where the Sweet William grows

If he’s fresh and gets too free, I hope a bulldog bites him in the place it bit

me.

I wonder who s under her balcony now, who s kissing my girl.

I wonder who’s under her balcony now, who’s kissing my girl.

Will he kiss her under the nose, or underneath the archway where the Sweet

William grows.

I will bet ten to one, there’s not a thing that he can do that I haven’t done.

I wonder who’s under her balcony now, who’s kissing my girl.

I wonder who’s under her balcony now, who’s kissing my girl.

Will he kiss her under the nose or underneath the porch way where the Sweet

William grows.

May he fall, feel a wreck, and stagger home with half the trellis work round

his neck.

I wonder who’s under her balcony now, who’s kissing my girl.

I wonder who’s under her balcony now, who’s kissing my girl.

Will he kiss her under the nose, or underneath the archway where the Sweet

William grows.

I hope he, catches the lot, when she empties out her old geranium pot.

I wonder who’s under her balcony now, who’s kissing my girl.