Unknown Artists/Songs On Muzikum
Unknown Artists/Songs On Muzikum - At The Boarding House (gezongen door/sung by Raymond Crooke) songtekst
Je score:
E ......................... B7 ................ E At the boarding house where I lived B7 ................................ A .............. E Things were getting green with mold ....................................... B7 ..... E The landlord's hair was in the butter B7 ...................................... E Silver threads among the gold B7 .......................................... E When the dog died we had sausages, B7 When the cat died, catnip tea E ............................. B7 ... E When the landlord died I left there B7 .............................................. E Spare ribs were too much for me Girls can never change their nature 'Tis a thing beyond their reach If a girl is born a lemon She can never be a peach But the law of compensation Does this lesson to us teach You can always squeeze a lemon Ever tried to squeeze a peach? The train was standing at the station When a young man full of care Running madly to get on it Tripped, fell head first down the stair An old lady rushed up to him “Did you miss a step, my son?” He looked up and said, “No, lady I hit every bloody one” "Tell me Mister Tram Conductor" Said a lady old and frail "Will the electric current kill me If I stand upon the rail?" "No, Ma'am" said the tram conductor And to her these words he said: "Not unless you put the other foot On the wire overhead" While the organ pealed potatoes Lard was rendered by the choir As the sexton wrang the dishrag Someone set the church on fire "Holy smoke!" the preacher shouted As he wildly tore his hair Now his head resembles Heaven For there is no parting there Walking through the park last Thursday I saw a sight that turned my head I saw a most peculiar fellow Fishing in a flower bed Thinking him to be quite barmy To humour him, I said a word I asked "How many have you caught, sir?" He smiled and answered, "You're the third!" I was minding my own business When I heard the doorbell sound 'Twas a charity collector With his tin can in his hand “I'm collecting for the old folks home,” Says he rattling his can I always like to help the needy So I gave him my old Gran