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No. 2 - Song - Tippin - "Who would be a Boy."
Lyrics by W. H. Risque
| Tippin: | Who would be a "Boy," Nothing to enjoy, Ev'rything to make you mad; Always on the go, Rowed for being slow, Told all day you're all that's bad. When it comes to meals, And a tired boy feels Dainty in his appetite; Coldest of cold mutton's Good enough for Buttons, And to me it don't seem right! It's just the same old song, The whole day long. "Boy" here, "Boy" there, "Boy," "boy," ev'rywhere. Where the dickens is that Boy, Boy, Boy, "Boy" left, "Boy" right, "Boy," the morning, noon and night; Damn that lazy Boy, Boy, Boy. |
| Chorus: | "Boy" here, "Boy" there, "Boy," "boy," ev'rywhere. Where the dickens is that Boy, Boy, Boy, "Boy" left, "Boy" right, "Boy," the morning, noon and night; Damn that lazy Boy, Boy, Boy. |
| Tippin: | Wait till I'm a man, I've a little plan, And I'm going to bring it off; Mean to make my pile, Live in proper style, Mean to be a first-class toff, I'll have "Buttons" then, But they'll all be men. Not a lad will I employ, What a life I'll lead 'em! On cold mutton feed 'em! Won't they run when I call "Boy!" I'll sing the same old song, The whole day long. "Boy" here, "Boy" there, "Boy," "boy," ev'rywhere. Where the dickens is that Boy, Boy, Boy, "Boy" left, "Boy" right, "Boy," the morning, noon and night; Damn that lazy Boy, Boy, Boy. |
| Chorus: | "Boy" here, "Boy" there, "Boy," "boy," ev'rywhere. Where the dickens is that Boy, Boy, Boy, "Boy" left, "Boy" right, "Boy," the morning, noon and night; Damn that lazy Boy, Boy, Boy. |
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Page modified 2 February 2017