American Old Time Song Lyrics: 07 Up Stairs In My Bedroom
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 7
UP-STAIRS, IN MY BEDROOM.
Written and sung by Sam Devere.
I live too high for comfort-
I always did live well;
I've got a mansard chamber.
In a Thompson street hotel.
The ceiling is draped with cob-webs,
The floor ne'er saw a broom,
The window's broke, to let out the smoke,
Up-stairs, in my bedroom.
The air is quite salubrious
In the attic near the skies;
Cockroaches have a picnic,
With a thousand million flies.
They make Dutch cheese in the cellar,
Which sends up a tough perfume;
The cats on the roof play opera bouffe,
At night over my bedroom.
There's a dry goods box for a table,
And a chair tied up with a string,
There's a hair-tick stuffed with shavings,
A nd the 'skeeters sweetly sing.
On the wall is a tea-store chromo,
There's an old flower-pot in bloom;
How the bed-bugs bite on a Summer's night,
Up-stairs, in my bedroom.