There was a little man and he had a little can, And he used to rush the growler; He went to the saloon on a Sunday afternoon, And you ought to hear the bartender holler: No more booze, no more booze, No more booze on Sunday; No more booze, no more booze, Got to get your can filled Monday. She's the only girl I love, With a face like a horse and buggy. Leaning up against the lake, O fireman! save my child! The chambermaid came to my door, "Get up, you lazy sinner, We need those sheets for table-cloths And it's almost time for dinner." |