She Had to Go and Lose It At the Astor

[Spoken]
We'd like to tell you a story about a young girl, about 18 years old, about five feet two, and about to go out. Now, her mother, realizing it was the first time out with a young man, called her aside and said, "Minnie, you're all dressed up in your finery, your best clothes, you look smashing. But just remember everything I've told you, and be very, very careful."

But she had to go and lose it at the Astor
She didn't take her mother's good advice
Now there aren't so many girls today who have onе
And she'd never lеt it go at 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 who 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'd 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