INHERITED FROM MY AUNT.
Copyright, 1896, by T. B. Harms & Co.
Words by Hugh Morton. Music by Gustave Kerker.
I try to do ev'rything right,
But I can't, for my aunt
Was a most irresponsible lady.
Whose habits unhappily I have inherited.
Oh, mine's an unfortunate plight,
'Tisn't fair, I declare;
I mean to be all fully proper and nice,
And the failure I make is unmerited.
My aunt was a rollicking, frolicking, galloping.
Gay and elusive young reveler.
And all of the mischievous sprites in the world
Got together and tried to bedevil her!
She cut the most startling capers!
She even got into the papers,
And now to be modest I can't,
I inherit the faults of my aunt!
with a fizzy whizz whizz went auntie,
And fizzy whizz whizz go I;
I never can stop going tizzy whizz whizz,
No matter how hard I try;
I'd like to be prim and proper.
But the deuce of it is I can't,
For I am a victim of fizzy whizz whizz.
Inherited from my aunt.
I wish all the people could say
She's a saint, but she ain't;
It's an awfully difficult thing to be good.
When your aunt was a lady ecstatical.
All vanity I'd put away
If I could, yes I would;
But I'm bound to confess that I'm led into acts
That you'd have to describe as eratical.
I'm full of the very old nick, and I'm fond
Of the noisiest kind of hilarity.
I very much fear that late suppers with me
Have enjoyed an undue popularity;
You even may credit the rumors
That say I am riding in bloomers.
But to blame me, now really you can't,
I inherit these things from my aunt.- Refrain.