McFADDEN'S UP-TOWN FLAT.
Copyright, 1890, by White Smith Music
Words and Music by Paul Jassett.
McFadden lived quite well, the neighbors all could tell;
He was a man well known throughout the ward;
He had an old tin roof, 'twas good and waterproof.
But then he sighed for mansions proud and broad;
At last he moved up town, quite thirsty for renown.
And took with him his furniture and cat;
Then invitations sent to honor the event
And celebrate McFadden's uptown flat.
I tell you it was fine, McFadden's uptown flat,
Tho' there was hardly room therein to swing a cat;
But neighbors one and all agreed, when they did call.
It was a stylish place, McFadden's uptown flat.
They came in twos and threes, and in began to squeeze;
The janitor went crazy at the sight;
He stopped the growler, too, and swore till he was blue,
And tried to kill a fiddler there on sight.
McFadden tried to coax and quiet him with jokes.
When in came Miss Maguinis, neat and fat;
She stuck there in the hall and never saw at all
The inside of McFadden's up-town flat. -Chorus.
The neighbors on that floor they bellowed and they swore;
The ceiling underneath began to drop;
McFadden said he'd dance whene'er he got the chance,
The landlord had no right to make him stop;
The janitor then goes and just turned on the hose,
Which flooded everything it could get at;
McFadden notice got for making things so hot.
Now some one else is in McFadden's flat. Chorus.