American Old Time Song Lyrics: 51 Whacky Whacky Whack

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 51

WHACKY, WHACKY, WHACK.
Written and Arranged by George Ware.

I'm a little school girl,
And I love to play
With the boys at marbles-
I could play all day;
I've got a little brother,
We all call him Jack,
And if late to school, we get
Whacky, whacky, whack.

Chorus.
Too-ral, loo-ral, li-do: too-ral, loo-ral, lay!
They whack you half a minute, you feel It half a day;
I hate the horrid board school, so does my brother Jack;
I tell you straight, we get too much whacky, whacky, whack.

Little brother Jackey
Hookey played oneday,
And his kind schoolmaster
To him thus did say:
You must have a whacking
On your little back,
For little Jackey got it.
Whacky, whacky, whack.- Chorus.

And the School Board gove'ness,
She can use the cane;
She won't take the trouble
To save any pain:
First the cane she'll flourish,
Then she has a knack
To select a nice place
On your little back.- Chorus.

And my little sister,
Site's as good as gold,
Gets her whacky, whacky.
Though but ten years old;
It's vulgar and not funny
To select your back-
The nasty way she does it,
Whacky, whacky, whack. - Chorus.