American Old Time Song Lyrics: 47 The Ads That Drove Him Crazy

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 47

The Ads that Drove Him Crazy.
Copyright, MDCCCXCV, by Henry J. Wehman.
Words and Music by Frank Addis Kent.

While strolling thro' a large retreat where insane people dwell,
We paused to watch a lunatic within a padded cell.
The man was speaking o'er And o'er some words we'd often read,
And as we stood and gazed at him, now this is what he said:

Chorus.
"Mince pies, mince pies, like mother used to make:
Morning, good morning, Pears' soap it takes the cake;
Oh 'rilla, 'rilla, sus'parilla, for that feeling tired;
Supolio, it scours clean, and "Yours for health, Lydia Pinkham."

We asked a keeper standing near, "What drove this man insane?"
he answered with a knowing smile, "He's got ads on the brain."
"He used to ride, while in the town, on "L" and trolley cars,
And reading all the signs therein, he's now behind the bars." - Chorus.

We came away and left him there, still going o'er and o'er;
That string of ads rang In our ears as we passed out the door;
And riding home upon the "L," the fatal signs we eyed,
And humming soon the same old tune, just like the poor man cried:- Cho.