I'M SUCH A NAUGHTY KID.
Copyright, 1891, by The S. Brainard's Sons Co.
Words by Harry C Clyde. Music by Geo. Schleiffarth.
I am a holy terror, and my uncle Dick has said
That I was only good at night, when sound asleep in bed;
But I got up not long ago while uncle tightly slept,
And put molasses in his shoes, then back to bed I crept.
They say they're going to chain me down, because the other day
I spilt some mush And milk on aunt, when she knelt down to pray.
I'm such a naughty kid, I am, but oh, I have such loads of fun,
I play off like a sweet young lamb, to fool most any one;
I'm worse than any crack of doom, I keep them in a stew,
You'd better give me lots of room, you can't tell what I'll do.
When sister Manthy Dobbins came to call on aunty May,
Collecting for the cannibals poor heathens far away,
I asked her if she bought her clothes with money that she got,
And sent a missionary tract out to the Hottentot.
Our preacher says he will not call when I am 'round the place;
I handed him a deck of cards while he was saying grace.- Refrain.
When sister's beau was courting her I hid behind a chair,
Just as he put his arm 'round her I pinned his sleeve right, there;
He couldn't get it loose in time-oh, wasn't that such fun!
When papa came into the room he caught them on the run.
Now, do you think you'd like to live in that same house with me?
I guess you'd think life's not a dream, but stern reality. -Refrain.