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# Title Principal Artiste Composers Lyricist / Date written Place Date recorded Matrix Label&cat.no. Additional Information
685 Let's Put Out The Lights (And Go To Sleep) Lew Stone & the Monseigneur Band Herman Hupfeld w/m `32 London November 16, 1932 GB-5159-4 Dec F-3270 As above. Duet with Mary Charles; two takes exist and believed issued under the same catalogue number.


Let's Put Out The Lights (And Go To Sleep)

Let's Put Out The Lights (And Go To Sleep)

(Herman Hupfeld)

Lew Stone & the Monseigneur Band


(Mary Charles)
Didn't we have a lovely evening, darling?
(Al Bowlly)
Why! I'd say our party was a great success
(Mary Charles)
Didn't Miss Smith look stunning
And did you notice Mrs Jones
(Al Bowlly)
She looked, Lovely!
(Mary Charles)
What did Mrs, Mr Brown say to uncle Burney
(Al Bowlly)
Just one of those thing, honey, he had a few too many
(Mary Charles)
They sure were a hungry crowd
(Al Bowlly)
I'll say, they didn't leave a scrap for poor littlr Rover
(Mary Charles)
We aught to feel real proud
(Al Bowlly)
Uh-huh, I'm might glad the whole things over

No more company to feed
No more papers left to read
What's to do about it
Let's put out the lights and go to sleep

No more anything to drink
Leave those dishes in the sink
What's to do about it
Simply nighty night and so to sleep

You're waiting now for me to say
"I love you more and more and more dear
You're looking younger ev'ry day
You never were so sweet before, dear"

No more money in the bank
No cute baby we can spank
What's to do about it?
Let's put out the lights and go to sleep

And no small people in the flat
Oh gosh, Mr Brown has gone and left his had
(What again)
What's to do about it?
Let's put out the lights and go to sleep honey

Not a cigarette left to smoke
Say Mary, that's beyond a joke
(You said it)
Well, what we going to do about it?
Let's say, nighty night and go to sleep honey
(All right)

You know Mary?
Yup
Your aunty Isa looks an awful wreck
Your mother was the biggest fright there
Steady there! I'd like to break your fathers neck
Oh! shut up. Your uncle Joe's a perfect nightmare
All right, All right
No use getting sore with me now you know
Oh! listen to me now Al
There be no more sitting up till three
All right honey
What's to do about it?