American Old Time Song Lyrics: 07 Caseys Awful Grub
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 7
CASEY'S AWFUL GRUB.
Oh! I used to stop at Harlem, at a sailor's boarding place,
I never had enough to eat, my form was a disgrace;
oh! my clothes they wouldn't fit me, I'm skeletonium mug,
I never eat, I starved to death on Casey's awful grub.
There were old rheumatic sausages and acrobatic cheese.
Tender hearted butter and dislocated fleas;
The house was crowded every night with mosquitoes and bedbugs,
The only ones that ever got fat on Casey's awful grub.
Oh! the landlady was a bachelor with very ancient teeth.
She served the soup out in a sponge, had green corns on her feet:
Oh! the tea was absent-minded, and so weak it couldn't slug.
The boarders fell senseless on Casey's awful grub.
There was sand enough in the sugar for a straight jig right up hero.
The coffee had consumption, and was too weak to appear;
The batter got disgusted, threw a flip flap in the tub,
And the law took the heart disease from Casey's awful grub.