American Old Time Song Lyrics: 44 Um Skit A Rat Trap Si Si Do
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 44
Um-Skit-a-Rat-Trap-si-si-do.
Copyright. 1894, by Spaulding A Gray.
Words and Music by Frank Addis Kent.
I'll sing of a great musician, who plays in a big brass band,
He blows on a silver cornet, and trills with a master hand;
His runs on the grand piano are ever a source of bliss,
And when he rehearses it sounds like this:
Chorus.
"Um-skit-a-rat-t rap-si-si-do."
"There goes Casey." "After the ball is over,"
"My sweetheart's the man in the moon!"
"And for bonnie Annie Laurie I'd lay me down," and
"Trao-skit-a-rat-trap-si-si-do."
He plays all of Sousa's marches, on Wagner he loves to dwell,
He studies the latest operas, and renders the music well;
At times he will start to whistle, and sing all the times he knows,
It's funny to hear him, this way he goes:- Chorus.
I think he is going crazy, on music and instruments,
His fam'ly is getting worried, they say he has lost all sense;
He plays from the morn 'till ev'ning, and sometimes his meals he'll miss,
he won't cease from playing, his tune's like this:- Chorus.