She Had to Go and Lose It at the Astor

"We'd like to tell you a story about a young girl, about eighteen years old, about five feet two, and about to go out. Now her mother, realizing it was her first time out with a young man, called her into the bedroom and said, 'Minnie, you're all dressed up in your finery, your very best clothes, and you look beautiful. You're gorgeous, you're alluring (you look swell, baby), and now Minnie I want you to remember everything I've always told you, and above all I want you to be very, very careful . . .'"

But she had to go and lose it at thе Astor
She didn't take her mothеr's good advice
Now there aren't so many girls today who have one
And she'd never let it go for any price

They searched the place from penthouse to the cellar
In every room and underneath each bed
Once they thought they saw it lying on a pillow
But they found it belonged to someone else instead

But she had to go and lose it at the Astor
She didn't know exactly whom to blame
And she couldn't say just how or when she lost it
She only knew she had it when she came

They questioned all the bellboys and the porter
The chef appeared to be the guilty guy
And the doorman also acted quite suspicious
But he coyly said, "I'm sure it wasn't I"

But she had to go and lose it at the Astor
It nearly killed her mother and her dad
Now they felt as bad about the thing as she did
After all it was the only one she had

They just about completed all their searching
When the chauffeur walked up with it in his hand
All they did was stand and gape, there was Minnie's sable cape
And she thought that she had lost it at the Astor