DIDN'T HE RAMBLE
Old Beebe had three full grown sons, Buster, Bill and Bee,
And Buster was the black sheep of the Beebe family;
They tried their best to break him of his rough and rowdy ways,
At last they had to get a judge to give him ninety days.
Cho: Oh! didn't he ramble, ramble?
He rambled all around, in and out of town,
Oh! didn't he ramble, ramble,
He rambled till the butchers cut him down
This black sheep was a terror, oh! and such a ram was he,
That every "copper" knew by heart his rambling pedigree
And when he took his ladder out to go and paint the town,
They had to take their megaphones to call the rambler down.
He rambled in a swell hotel, his appetite was stout,
When he refused to pay his bill the landlord kicked him out.
He reached to strike him with a brick but when he went to stoop,
The landlord kicked him in the pants and made him loop the loop.
He rambled in a gambling house, to gamble on the green,
But there they showed the ram a trick that he had never seen.
He lost his roll and jewelry and nearly lost his life,
He lost the car that took him home, and then he lost his wife.
He rambled to an Irish wake on one St. Patrick's night,
They asked him what he'd like to drink, they meant to treat him right.
But like the old Kilkenny cats, their backs began to arch,
When he called for orange phosphate, on the seventeenth of March.
He rambled to the races, to make a gallery bet,
He backed a horse named Hydrant, and Hydrant's running yet.
He would have had to walk back home, his friends all from him hid
By luck he met old George Sedam, it's a damn good thing he did.
He rambled through the tunnel once on board a moving train,
Another train came rumbling in, and rammed him out again.
It rammed him just a block, and then, they caught him on the fly
And with a ton of dynamite, they rammed him to the sky.