文本歌词

Turn Erbert's Face To The Wall - Gracie Fields
We once were a most happy household
With smiles on our lips all the time
'Till some cruel an blackearted villain
Showed us the pathway to crime
Young Erbert patronized racing
But none of his horses would win
So he robbed a harmless old bookie
An went off to jail for his sin
Turn Erbert's face to the wall Mother
Nevermore mention his name
For he's brought disgrace on the family
An bowed down our heads with shame
Father took lessons in forgin
Pound notes were his favourite line
'Till he offered one in the courthouse
When he had to pay a small fine
Turn Father's face to the wall Mother
Is photograph turn on it's nail
He won't see the last rose this summer
They've taken him back to jail
Rosie she went to the pictures
An innocent girl she was then
She forgot what her mother had told her
About takin' gifts from strange men
Turn Rosie's face to the wall Mother
Her picture shall hang on black string
She may have her furs an her jewels
But she's got no wedding ring
Our house'old is scattered an broken
Our future will never the same
Young Alfred as now departed
An Fanny has lost her good name
Turn us all round to the wall Mother
We're all just as bad as can be
An' it's all through you meeting poor Father
You've ruined the family