Found at Bill Hanks' web site - Click to play an mp3 file. Here's my transcription.


I HAD TO GO AND FIND ANOTHER JOB
Words and music by Joe Burley and Maurice Scott, ©1934
As sung by Gracie Fields

I've always been unlucky in each job I've taken on.
They never stand me long.
There is somethin' goin' wrong.
I'm always landin' in the soup...(?)
An' sometimes come unstuck before I've been there 'alf a week.
The missus where I once worked as a cook
Said, "Pack your things an' take your blinkin' 'ook."
Oh, I 'ad to go an' find another job.
To dine with 'er one night she asked a mob.
The master shouted, "Mary, bring the salad in undressed."
So I took off me clothes, yes, ev'rything right to me vest,
An' I walked in in me nightie an' I frightened ev'ry guest,
So I 'ad to go an' find another job.

I thought once on the pictures I would like to 'ave a try,
An' some big picture guy,
Said, "Here's another guy(?)
Who thinks she's Greta Garbo," when 'e clapped 'is eyes on me.
I got the job as one amongst the crowd eventually.
In some big picture in a studio
They tried me, but in 'alf an 'our or so,
Well, I 'ad to go an' find another job.
The fellow there producing was a snob,
Exclaimed, "You'll 'ave to move yourself an' jump about a lot.
You'll 'ave to show more bustle when the picture it is shot."
But I told 'im I was showin' all the bustle I 'ad got,
So I 'ad to go an' find another job.

I started as a nippy(?) once in side a café where
I tried to do me share,
But came a cropper there.
I tried to mash the fellows an' I took me ma's advice
To bank the wealthy ones who bought a cup o' tea an' slice.
The manageress 'ad 'er knife in me,
All through that green-eyed monster jealousy.
Well, I 'ad to go an' find another job.
A chap came in. Me heart began to throb.
He ordered tea an' said, "Dear, will you let me 'ave a spoon?"
I'm sure I never ever dreamt of getting out so soon.
When she 'eard me say, "I will tonight, but not this afternoon,"
Oh, I 'ad to go an' find another job.

One job I got as parlour maid. It lasted just a week.
The master proved a sheik,
An' said 'e liked my cheek.
His name was Mister Pepper an' I think the missus knew
His system was well sprinkled with some seeds of mustard, too,
For soon throughout old mustard-pot an' pan
My fatal beauty an' this Don Ju-Ann,
Well, I 'ad to go an' find another job.
She said 'er old man's love I tried to rob.
One night 'e kissed me an' then murmured, "You're an angel, dear!"
The missus came in unawares an' said to me, "Now, clear!
You can prove yourself an angel an' can start to fly from 'ere!"
So I 'ad to go an' find another job.