. . . And You a Little Talking Machine; a 1915 ragtime song
words and music by James T. Duffy
The sheet music:
Accompaniment track:
Lyrics
1. Bashful Boy, winning Miss,
Inward joy, minus kiss,
He was slow and couldn’t explain,
Love’s sweet refrain,
Just as he’d like too,
But he called ev’ry eve,
Nothing said, he would leave,
But one night when he started to yawn,
She turned the Victrola on,
He sprang up from his chair,
And these words filled the air.
Chorus
Let’s suppose that I’m a big Victrola dear
And you’re a little talking machine,
I’d made a play for you,
I’d sing a song or two,
And honest little girl I’d break a record for you,
I’d let myself run down,
And I’d even let you wind me ‘round,
And I’d tell all the town about my dream,
Queen why I’d go off my cococola
And play number two viola,
If I’d ever had the chance to be a big Victrola,
And you were a little talking machine,
I’d change my tune
2. Bashful boy, out of breath,
Winning Miss, shocked to death,
Was it true that he had proposed,
The deal was closed,
He’d broke a record,
Girl in arms, boy in air,
Two in one, Morris chair,
It’s too good to be true said the Miss,
The Victrola the cause of this,
Please say those words once more,
So he sang a short encore.
Sung here by Fred Feild: