It's no good. I've not got the knack. Why's thine a better colour than mine?
I'm not talking to you about washing.
Well, he only asked, Mrs Batty.
Yes, and he only does it so he can talk about me knickers. He's got no shame. I'd dry 'em inside, but you never know when that insurance man's going to come.
Love Is a Many-Splendored Thing
lyrics by Paul Francis Webster
music by Sammy Fain
performed by Harry Secombe See more