STOP THAT NOISE.
Copyright, 1895, by The Marion Publishing Co.
Words and Music by Dave Marlon.
In a tenement house, where I reside, there's a family overhead,
A racket that they make each night is enough to wake the dead.
When I tell them for to stop they give me as reply,
And the neighbors on the floor below all begin to cry:
"Stop that noise, there's people underneath yer!
Stop that noise, if I go up I'll make yer!
With yer jigging and yer reeling you're caving In the ceiling;
My fist you'll soon be "feeling-will you stop that noise?"
They kept the racket going all this morning until four:
'Twas then I lost my patience and says I, "I'll stand no more."
When I told them for to stop they hit me In the eye,
And, as they kicked me down the stairs, the tenants all did say. - Chorus.
The neighbors all got frightened, and they called in the police,
Who marched us to the station house for not keeping the peace.
Next morn before the judge we went, ten dollars had to pav.
After this I'll never interfere, and let the tenants say:-Chorus.