That Funny Little Bob-tail Coat

Transcript

That Funny Little Bobtail Coat, sung by Harry Campion, Edison Records. If I said he shoots a town, is there really covering down? Candle manufacturers, they want to boil it down.

Hear the people saying, there's the profit of the sound. Jane, Jane, Jane, you're a dainty, dainty, dain. Dorsey Apparelli, you're a funny little man.

Same old size, it's same old style. Same old whiskers and the same old style. Same old collar with the old red dial.

Bobbing up and down around your ground. Oh, you do look a child, you're a proper old boy. In your funny little bob-tail coat.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

At the Brewers' Exhibition, I was looking at the show. It made me very thirsty, but I soon got in the know. I was very, very busy, sobbing over everybody's beer.

And when I couldn't drink, they're more afforded in the year. I shifted with you, then I had a go at rum. Then I filled me tummy-tum, just as tight as any drum.

A copper came and collared me, I acted deaf and dumb. He took me for a lunatic and said, you've got to come. Jane, Jane, Jane, you're a dainty, dainty, dain.

Saucy umbrella, you're a funny little man. Same old transit, same old style. Same old whiskers and the same old dial.

Early in the morning, I was up before the beat. And the music very quickly got afloat. I hadn't paid admission, I got off the Exhibition.

If you find me, little folks, just don't let us in. Jane, Jane, Jane, you're a dainty, dainty, dainty, dain. Saucy umbrella, you're a funny little man.

Same old transit, same old style. Same old whiskers and the same old dial. Same old colour with the old red tie.

Bobbin up and down around your trial. Oh, you do look a guy. You're a proper old boy.

He's your funny little busker gal.

Transcribed by AI from the recording above. These are noisy hundred-year-old cylinders, so expect misheard words and the occasional invented line — trust your ears over the text.