Beatrice got a phonograph, and it won't say a lonesome 
word 
Beatrice got a phonograph, and it won't say a lonesome 
word 
What evil have I done, what evil has the poor girl 
heard 
Beatrice, I love my phonograph, but you broke my 
windin' chain 
Beatrice, I love my phonograph, but you have broke my 
windin' chain 
And you taken my lovin', and you give it to your other 
man 
And we played it on the sofa, and we played it side the 
wall 
And we played it on the sofa, and we played it side the 
wall 
But boys, my needles have got rusty, and it will not 
play at all 
Beatrice, I love my phonograph mmm, babe and I'm bound 
to lose my mind 
Beatrice, I love my phonograph, and I'm 'bout to lose 
my mind 
Why'n't 
you bring your clothes back home, baby, and try me one 
more time 
Now my phonograph, mmm, babe, it won't say a lonesome 
word 
My little phonograph, and it won't say a lonesome word 
What evil I have done, what evil have the poor girl 
heard 
Now Beatrice, won't you bring your clothes back home 
Now Beatrice, won't you bring your clothes back home 
I wanna wind your little phonograph, just to hear your 
little motor moan