I REALLY CAN'T SIT DOWN.
Copyright, 1885, by Wm. A. Pond & Co.
Words by Ed. Harrigan. Music by Dave Braham.
Oh. I am a tingle chappie, and worried to my cost,
My pantaloons so nobby, last Sunday they were lost;
A certain Mister Wiggins, oh, he has left "the town,
And left to me his trousers, so I really can't sit down.
Oh, everywhere it's take a chair, thank you, I'd rather stand,'
He's off his base, an awful case, they whisper under hand;
Oh, my! oh, my! it makes me sigh, the ninny of all the town,
I stand upright, in trousers tight, for I really can't sit down.
When I get on a horse-car, there's lots of other chaps
Fill every seat that's vacant, while I hang to the straps;
I'm greeted by the ladies with ha! ha! all around,
They whisper, who's his tailor? oh, he really can't sit down.-Chorus.
When I go to the play-house I walk down to my seat,
Not thinking of the trousers, expecting such a treat;
Politely I am usher'd, I stand up like a clown,
Oh, say, sit down, you fellow, oh, I say, I cant sit down.-Chorus.
Now I went to a party and acted like a fool,
When asked to play the banjo I reach'd out for a stool;
The people scream'd with laughter, oh, all but Mary Brown,
She said, you've burst your trousers, oh, poor fellow, please sit down.-Chorus.
Now I received a letter from Wiggins yesterday,
He said he was so sorry to learn he'd pack'd away
By mistake my new trousers, wait till he comes to town.
I'll have my satisfaction, oh, you bet I'll set him down.--Chorus.