PULLING MCALLISTER'S TOOTH.
Copyright, 1892, by Morris Muetzler.
Words and Music by J. N. Butterly.
McAllister had an old tooth that was bad-
A stump, and all day it would jump;
It grew in his "mushroom "just back of his face,
And pushed his head out in a lump.
We took him to Doctor O'Dougherty's shop,
He opened his face and looked in;
Says he, "There's no doubt, if I can't pull it out,
To be sure I can push the tooth in!"
With a hook in his jaw, and a wild tug of war,
McAllister swore, and the doctor pulled more,
Up and down on the floor until he was sore,
But nothing would loosen the root.
Now, these are the facts, the doctor got an axe,
He gave it two whacks, but it wouldn't relax,
He'd a pain in his back, beating carpet with Mack,
In pulling his villainous tooth.
Says Mack then at last, "Now I think I'll take gas."
"Let me have the same," says I;
I thought to myself, it's McAllister's treat.
And I felt just a little bit dry.
Then I lost my head and I lost my two feet,
I tried to think where I could be;
When the doctor, the fool, now if he didn't pull
McAllister's tooth out of me.- Chorus.
When he saw the mistake that the doctor did make,
More gas he was given, of course;
Tied his hands and his feet, put the tongs in his teeth,
And we hitched him up to a truck horse.
We gave it a start, and it went like a dart,
McAllister let out a roar;
Now worse was the fix, for the horse he pulled six
Good teeth from McAllister's jaw.- Chorus.
The doctor was beat, sure, at pulling his teeth,
And likewise at pulling his leg;
"But," says he. "You can bet, that I'll get it out yet-
Now wait just a minute I beg."
With a tear in his eye, then he kissed Mack good-bye,
While all of us stood around mute:
In the back of his gum, then he put in a bomb.
And blew out McAllister's tooth.-Chorus.