American Old Time Song Lyrics: 40 Hes Off His Trolley

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 40

HE'S OFF HIS TROLLEY.
Copyright. 1893, by Geo. C. Edwards.
Words by Chas. Edwards. Music by Geo. C. Edwards.

No matter where you go now-a-days you see a trolley car,
It's trolley here and trolley there and trolley larly lar;
While walking out the other day with little Nancy Lee,
A trolley car came along and near run over me;
I shouted to the motorman, then he did ring the bell.
I took the number of the car And the crowd did loudly yell:

Chorus.
He's off his trolley, his trolley lar.
He just put down the number of the trolley car.
With a ding, ding, ding and a dong, dong, dong.
In the morning he'll be off his trolley.

There's a jolly Johnny Juggins who crosses to Fort Lee,
Dressed in the height of fashion as any one can see;
His new straw hat is finely set with a trolley neatly fixed,
But in mid-stream a gale arose and Johnny he got mixed,
For the trolley, not the hat, was the cause of all the woe,
For the wind that blew so windy made both hat And trolley go.

Chorus.
It's off its trolley, his trolley lar.
The hat and the trolley it blew away so far.
With a ding, ding, ding and a dong, dung, dong,
In the morning he'll be off his trolley.

There's poor old Patsey Murphy was just one minute late,
And you know no railroad company for any one will wait;
So they pnt a man named Mike McCann in poor Patsey's place,
And when he heard the awful news there was electric in his face.
The timer now he came around and saw Patsey awful stare,
He looked at him from feet to chin And loudly did declare:

Chorus.
You're off your trolley, your trolley lar,
I've just put another man on your trolley car,
With a ding, ding, ding and a dong, dong, dong,
In the morning you'll be off your trolley.

I went down to a party not very long ago,
The wine And beer was plenty and not a penny you had to toe,
I waltzed around with little Kate, also with Maty Jane.
And then my feet felt shaky and my head began to pain.
I felt myself now getting full and I bid them all good-bye,
And when I reached my home, sweet home, I heard my dear wife cry:

Chorus.
He's off his trolley, his trolley lar,
He just nut down the number of the trolley car,
With a ding, ding, ding and a dong, dong, dong,
In the morning he'll be off his trolley.