(He’s got nothin’ at all)
A popular song from 1926
Words by Billy Rose
Music by Harry Woods
The sheet music:
Accompaniment by Denese Coulbeck:
Lyrics
- Don’t get married, don’t get married
Said my friend McBride
If you take a wife
You’re out of luck for life
He had all his little sons
And daughters by his side
Like Happy Hooligan’s sixteen kids
They all lined up and cried
Chorus
Mama’s got shoes, mama’s got clothes
Mama’s got these and mama’s got those
But poor papa, poor papa
He’s got nothin’ at all
Mama goes here, mama goes there
Mama goes out to every affair
But poor papa, poor papa
He waits out in the hall
Christmas comes and mama get
the most expensive frocks
Papa gets a necktie
And a pair of ten cent socks
Everyone cheers when mama appears
She’s got diamonds stuck in her ears
But poor papa, poor papa
He’s got nothin’ at all
- Then Mac cried, “Oh what a life
I’ve got no chance at all
Once a girl gets you
You’ll look like I do, too
Then he lined his children up
The short ones and the tall
And as they marched down the avenue
You should have heard them bawl
Sung here by Laurence Rubenstein: