Lyrics Isle Of Man - George Formby

There's a beautiful spot called the
Isle man where holiday folk like to go
But just how it came to be given that name, really I'd like to know
Trousers spinsters over forty simply dying to be naughty
And they call it he Isle of Man
All I found said young Miss Owen, our old crocks who can't get goin'
And they call it he Isle of Man
While there's girls there could it be slow?
No no a thousand times no
There's old maids you long for squeeze
His hugging palms and pick their kneeses
And they call it the Isle of man
See the girls in their shorts off to every game
Like kids with their spades and their pails
On the beach while they lay, gay oldsies he dugs his day
Tell them some salty tales
Flapper say what's coming to us, there's no villains to pursue us
And they call it the Isle of man
And he murmurs it's disgusting, I'm quite willing yet I'm resting
And they call it the Isle of man
While there's girls there could it be slow?
No no a thousand times no
There are crowds of lovely charmers dressed in father's beach pyjamas
And they call it the Isle of man
Round the dance hall girls are
Sitting looking lonely with their knitting
And they call it the Isle of man
Those who murmur where we're game for, going minus what they came for
And they call it the Isle of man
While there's girls there could it be slow?
No no a thousand times no
Outside bedroom doors are trippers
There's no booth beside the sleepers
And they call it the Isle of man