Send Back the Picture and the Ring.
Parody-Written by Emil Kacer.
A little home in Harlem, where the soubrettes often stop,
There's a kicking couple lives beneath its roof;
They have a little oil stove, borrowed from the flat on top,
Which they use for cigarettes and soup.
A shadow dark and strangely passed their window one dayWhat's that the jealous couple asked of each,
It's Murphy with his growler, and when it comes back this way
I'll cut it, and here Murphy then did screech:
Send back the pitcher and the growler string-oh, how Murphy be did roar;
I have me friends and company up here, and soon we'll be wanting more.
Soon hours rolled on, 'twas morning, And Murphy, full of booze,
Came tumbling down and fell into the door;
The beer was on the table, which Murphy's money bought,
Then the kicking couple touched him for some more.
They saw that he was dopey, and Murphy he had dough-
They didn't do a thing but get it all;
Then the coppers brought their wagon, and as they drove back slow,
You could hear the neighbors 'round the block all call:
Send back the coppers and the patrol wagon-please don't escape the 2d floor;
Let none remain with their jags on, then we'll ask for nothing more.