Poppa, Don't Preach To Me
From the film The Perils Of Pauline
Performed by Betty Hutton
Written by Frank Loesser
© 1947 Susan Publications Inc.
Lyrics:
On the Paris boulevard
I picked up the postal card
Someone had forgotten to mail
Seems as though some tourist
Had meant for it to reach her dad
For it was a typical tale
Naturally I read what she wrote
This is what she said, and I quote:
I came to Paris to buy me a gown
To Paris, to Paris, and oh, what a town!
The lights were shining, the music was gay
I bought me my gown and decided to stay
Now Poppa, don’t preach to me, preach to me
Poppa, don’t preach to me
Let my heart break while it’s young
Now Poppa, don’t preach to me, preach to me
Poppa, don’t preach to me
Let me fling till my fling is all flung!
I danced in Paris last night with Pierre
That “X” marks my room but I’m never up there
I strolled thru Paris today with Maurice
The “Rue de la Paix” means the “Street of the Peace”
Now Poppa, don’t preach to me, preach to me
Poppa, don’t preach to me
Let my heart break if it must
Now Poppa, don’t preach to me, preach to me
Poppa, don’t preach to me
And don’t cut off my guarantee trust!
I’m here in Paris since early in May
My gown got all worn out but I’m still okay
I’m made for Paris, I’m finding that out
I still have no past but the future’s in doubt
Now Poppa, don’t preach to me, preach to me
Poppa, don’t preach to me
Let my heart break, let it roam
Now Poppa, don’t preach to me, preach to me
Poppa, don’t preach to me
Or I’ll never, no never
Don’t preach to me, preach to me
Or I’ll never, no never come home!
Poppa, poppa
Poppa, don’t preach, Poppa, don’t preach
Poppa, don’t preach to me
Or I’ll never, no never come home!
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