American Old Time Song Lyrics: 52 You Cant Dink Of Everyding

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 52

You Can't Dink of Everyding.
Written and Sung by Gus Williams.

Id's funny how de ladies all forged dere proper age,
Bud dey can't dink of everyding,
If you say dey're over dwendy, dey vill fly into a rage-
Bud you can't swallow everyding.
My sister Kade vos dwendy years, yoost dwendy years ago;
I know dot she is fordy, bud she's dwendy to her beau.
He asked vot her age vos, und I said I didn't know.
Veil, you can't dink of everyding, can you?

Chorus.
Id's so easy to forged a leetle ding like dot;
If he dought I'd dell her age, he musd have been a flad;
he dinks she's only dwendy, had I know she's not;
I'd have told him she vos fordy, bud I quide forgod.

Ven my vife und I vere married, I forgod to buy de ring-
Bud you can't dink of everyding.
De minisder he laughed, und den he tied de knot vid sdring-
Ve vere "sbliced," dot vos everyding.
Und ven at night ve reached our home, I got an awful fright;
De house vos dark, und I soon found, ven I had sdruck a light,
I'd forgod to buy de furnidure, id vos an oversight,
Bud you can't dink of everyding, can you?

Chorus.
Id's so easy to forged a leetle ding like dot,
Dere vos noting in de house, excebd an olt Dom cat;
My vife said I'd deceived her, bud I knew I'd not;
I'd have had de house all furnished, bud I quide for god.

I tole my vife I'd dake her to de seashore for a veek-
But you can't dink of everyding.
She soon got tired of bromises, und gave me lots Of "cheek"-
She called me yoost everyding.
At lasd vone rainy day, ve ub, und sdarted for de train:
De sdation id vos growded, und id quide nbset my brain:
I jumbed aboard de cars, und lefd my vife oud in de rain-
Well, you can't dink of everyding, can you?

Chorus.
Id's so easy to forged a leetle ding like dot;
I tried to sdop de train, und nearly losd my hat;
She said I did id burposely, bud I did not;
I'd have vaited for my vife, bud den I quide forgod.

Vone day I vent and fishing, id vos-oh, veil never mind-
For you can't dink of everyding.
I had a jug of viskey, vich, of course, I lefd behind-
For you can't dink of everyding.
I had de bond all ready, und a lunch dot vos quide hot,
Vid sinkers, bait und fishing lines, ve rowed oud to de spod-
I only needed vone ding, 'dwas de fish-books I forgod,
Bud you can't dink of everyding, can you?

Chorus.
Id's so easy to forged a leetle ding like dot;
You can't remember every leetle ding like dot;
My memory is bad, dough you may dink id's not­I'd have brought along de fish-hooks, bud I quide forgod.