Irving Berlin - Follies Minstrels Songtexte

Ladies and gentlemen, be seated
Mister Bones, Mister Bones
How do you feel, Mister Bones?


Rattlin'!


Mister Bones feels rattlin'!
Ha, ha, ha, ha, that's a good one
Tell a little story, Mister Bones


Tell a little story, Mister Bones


How can you keep an angry dog from biting you on Monday?


That joke is old, the answer is to kill the dog on Sunday


That's not the way to keep a dog from biting you on Monday


How would you bring the thing about?


Have the doggie's teeth pulled out!


Oh, Mister Bones, that's terrible!


Yes, Mister Bones, that's terrible!


And now we'll hear the ballad singer's pet
A song we'll ne'er forget
By the barnyard quartette


Yes, my darling, you shall be, shall be
Always young and fair to me
That's a song that never will grow old
"Silver threads among the gold"


Mister Interloc'ter


What is wrong with you?


I know of a doctor


Tell about him, do


Sad to say, one day he fell
Right into a great big well


That's too bad


It serves him right


Why speak in such a tone?


He should have attended to the sick
And let the well alone


That's a joke that was told
By the minstrel men we miss
When Georgie Primrose used to sing
And dance to a song like this:
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