American Old Time Song Lyrics: 09 Susans Sunday Out

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 9

SUSAN'S SUNDAY OUT.
Sung by Tony Pastor.

Oh! shan't I be delighted just when Sunday comes, I know,
I wish it would make haste and come, but 'tis so precious slow;
No doubt you will desire to know what it's really all about?
The fact is that: Next Sunday is my Susan's Sunday out.

Chorus.
Oh! Gemini, crikey, blow me tight! I always dance and shout;
It fills my In-art with great delight, when it's Susan's Sunday out.

My Susan is a kitchen-maid, and lives in Washington Square,
She's eyes like sloes, a turn-up nose, and carroty head of hair;
She's often taken for a queen, as with me she walks about,
And I always feel so happy, when it's Susan's Sunday out.
Oh! Gemini, crikey, blow me tight, &c.

She must have lots of perequisities, for, she brings me lots of meat,
Tho' sometimes In the Summer time, they isn't over sweet;
she keeps me well in pannum. that's what makes me look so stout.
And don't I just blow out my kite on Susan's Sunday out.
Oh! Gemini, crikey, blow me tight, &c.

And all the loose tobacco she finds in the empty jars.
She gives to me, and sometimes brings a bundle of cigars;
She says they're all her perquisites, which, of course, I do not doubt.
And sometimes wish that oftener 'twas Susan's Sunday out.
Oh! Gemini, crikey, blow me tight, &c.

Her perquisities extends to clothes, for she brings me bang up suits.
Coats, trowsers, shirts and waistcoats, umbrellas, hats and boots;
Says she: Master he can't wear 'em now, acos he's got so stout,
So he gave 'em to me to give to you, when 'twas my Sunday out.
Oh: Gemini, crikey, blow me tight, &c.

Her mistress and the young ones are often out of town,
Then I goes into the kitchen, and to tea with her sit down ;
Her master, he can't come down stairs, he's always got the gout,
And sometimes two or three times a week it's Susan's Sunday out.
Oh ! Gemini, crikey, blow me tight, &c

We've got an eye to business, and already are beginning
To stock a pretty little shop with lots of baby-linen ;
She says, it may be wanted-and it will, I have no doubt.
For, married we intend to be, on Susan's Sunday out.
Oh ! Gemini, crikey, blow me tight, &c.