A 1920 popular song.
Words by Charles Patrick.
Music by Guy Shrigley.
The sheet music:
Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:
Lyrics
- Oh I sold my load of garden truck
And bought a brand new suit of clothes at Sears Roebuck
All the chores are fetched, and the milkin’s done
I’m goin’ up to town to have some reg’lar fun
Hitch the rig to the old grey mare
Drive right up to the courthouse square
Get some peanuts and some juicy fruit
And start right out a-steppin’ on a gosh darn toot
Oh gosh! by gosh! coca cola
I’m full of pep, WOW!
Chorus
Hey! Paw! where’s my paper collar?
Hey! Paw! where’s my new biled shirt?
Hey! Paw! got a half a dollar
I’m goin’ out a girlin’, I’m a gosh darn flirt
Hey! Paw! guess I better hustle
Hey! Paw! I’ll be out till eight o’clock
Hey! Paw! bet your granny’s bustle
That I’m about the “flyest” bird that’s in the flock
- Now a plumber came to town one day
And opened up a store upon the main highway
In the window he put a bathroom set
If he bathes there in the daytime
He’ll get more than wet
Man from town came to buy some stock
Showed him a cow just as sound as a rock
Worth a hundred dollars, he says “bull”
Says I, “Why it’s a heifer, oh ya gosh darn fool”
Hay foot, straw foot, apple cider
That’s home made brew, WOW!
Chorus
Hey! Paw! I’m a reg’lar slicker
Hey! Paw! and I don’t give a darn
Hey! Paw! where d’ye get your liquor?
I saw you with a bottle out behind the barn
Hey! Paw! seems to be a mist’ry
Hey! Paw! just because your pigs are “blind”
Hey! Paw! yet it’s local hist’ry
Your pigs will never squeal
Because they’re not that kind