American Old Time Song Lyrics: 54 Fat Boy

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 54

FAT BOY.
Copyright, 1896, by T. B. Harms & Co.
Words by Hugh Morton. Music by Gustave Kerker.

A boy that was much too fat was trav'ling with a show,
He wore blue satin breeches, and a sash tied in a bow.
A red and purple banner, that adorned the circus grounds,
informed me anxious public that he weighed six hundred pounds.
Now on the platform with the boy, a sweet Circassian girl
Revealed a lot of surplus hair that couldn't learn to curl.
The boy breathed burning love to her, and asked her if she'd wed;
But she only laughed a horrid laugh, and this is what she said:

Chorus.
Fat boy, fat boy, you're talking through your hat, boy!
Your physical architecture is a kind that, couldn't please.
Fat boy, fat boy, you don't know where you're at, boy!
For I have mashed the man upon the high trapeze.

The boy he bided his time, as a bider he was great;
He laid for that small gymnast, with a fat and fervent hate.
One night a few weeks later, when he got him rightly placed,
he sat upon his rival and he mashed him to a paste.
Then straightway ran the happy boy to that Circassian girl,
And on his knees he asked, once more, if she would be his pearl!
He helped her to be married, now the other chap was dead.
But she only laughed a horrid laugh, and this is what she said:

Chorus.
Fat boy, fat boy, you're talking through your hat, boy!
The man on the high trapeze. I shook a month or more ago.
Fat boy, fat boy, you don't know where you're at, boy!
I've mashed the boss, and now I own the whole darned show.