No. 11 - Song - June and Chorus - "Play me that tune."
June: | I knew a man, (He lived across the street) Who once composed a real good, rollicking rowdy tune; The sort of air that made you stamp your feet When whistled by the boys on Saturday afternoon. It was so easy, and bright and breezy, The refrain just carried you away; So people strumm'd it And gaily humm'd it And his friends would call on him and say — "Play me that tune I'm mad about; I can't bear those classical things With the melody all left out. Sit down and play for the whole afternoon, Oh, it makes me feel so happy Every time I hear that lovely tune!" |
Chorus: | "Play me that tune I'm mad about; I can't bear those classical things With the melody all left out. Sit down and play for the whole afternoon, Oh, it makes me feel so happy Every time I hear that lovely tune!" |
June: | The butcher boys Got hold of that refrain, And ev'ry little shoe-black whistled it in the street; The tramp, the sweep, The guard upon the train, And even big policemen plodding along their beat. When dining out too, The band you'd shout to: "Say, I want that melody to start; So old Tchaikowsky you can turn off-ski — That's enough of Handel and Mozart! Play me that tune I'm mad about; I can't bear those classical things With the melody all left out. Wake up the drum, let me hear the bassoon, Oh, it makes me feel so happy Every time I hear that lovely tune!" |
Chorus: | "Play me that tune I'm mad about; I can't bear those classical things With the melody all left out. Wake up the drum, let me hear the bassoon, Oh, it makes me feel so happy Every time I hear that lovely tune!" |
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