SINCE CASEY RUNS THE FLAT.
Copyright, 1890, by T. B, Harms & Co.
Words and Music by B. H. Janssen.
We've got a brand new janitor, and Casey is his name.
The way he runs McNally's flat I think an awful shame;
He walks around just like a lord, you'd think he owned the place,
he has a frightful, rasping voice, and "scups" around his face.
All lights too out at eight o'clock, your friends must leave at nine,
And if you don't obey the rules. he makes you pay a fine;
He cleans the halls up with a hose, and scrubs them with a mat,
The place looks like a public bath since Casey runs the flat.
You can't chew tutti-frutti you can't sneeze in the hall.
You've got to have a permit if you want to make a call;
You can't have songs or dancing. you can't have dog or cat.
You don't know if your living since Pat Casey runs the flat.
He thinks it such a funny joke to go and ring your bell.
When he comes in at three A. M. and asks if all is well;
The halls are full of glaring signs: No kissing on the stairs,"
"No dudes allowed without a chain;" "Please mind your own affairs."
"Take notice, this is no hotel," "We don't give board with rent,"
"The tax to rush the growler is, for every pint a cent
"No coughs allowed around the house, and in the halls no chat,"
There's only two more tenants left since Casey runs the flat. Refrain.
He yells all thro' the house each month: "Be ready with the rent.
And have it down by two o'clock, or hire another tent;"
He gave us all a note to-day: "Please change your shades to green,
This flat is strictly Irish now, I want its colors seen."
Last -night at twelve he yelled out "fire" he only cared to see
How fast the tenants could get out in case a fire should be;
I've taken all I care to take, I won't put up with that.
The house is far from being safe since Casey runs the flat.- Refrain.