No. 19 - Song - Harry and Chorus - "A High Old Time."
Harry: | Supposing things look black in town, And you feel rather blue, Suppose you feel a bit run down, And don't know what to do; Then what you want to buck you up Is lively girls and boys, So ask them out to dine and sup, And make a grand old noise. We'll have a rousing, roaring time, And we'll paint the town so red, That the Empire chucker-out Will find all his work cut out To distinguish heels from head; From eight-o'clock till closing time We will plentifully prime, You make no error, We'll be a terror, Yoicks! for a high old time. |
Chorus: | We'll have a rousing, roaring time, And we'll paint the town so red, That the Empire chucker-out Will find all his work cut out To distinguish heels from head; From eight-o'clock till closing time We will plentifully prime, You make no error, We'll be a terror, Yoicks! for a high old time. |
Harry: | We'll steal some hansoms if we catch The driver unawares, And have a sporting trotting match All round the West End Squares; And lamps and knockers that we see We'll smash or wrench them all, At finish up at half-past-three At Covent Garden Ball; We'll have a rousing, roaring time, And we'll paint the town so red, That soon ev'rybody must See at once we're upper crust, And exceedingly well bred; Up all the lamp-posts we will climb, And descend with grace sublime; Gaily adorning Bow Street next morning, Yoicks! what a high old time. |
Chorus: | We'll have a rousing, roaring time, And we'll paint the town so red, That soon ev'rybody must See at once we're upper crust, And exceedingly well bred; Up all the lamp-posts we will climb, And descend with grace sublime; Gaily adorning Bow Street next morning, Yoicks! what a high old time. |
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