I SEE YOU'VE GOT THE OLD BROWN HAT ON
 
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Don't think on my head I've got a pimple or a pea
People always look at it with curiosity
I've worn it now for many years, I'll tell you candidly
Ev'rybody says it's my peculiarity
My old woman thinks it makes me look a 'jay'
Told me yesterday to throw the thing away
It wasn't made to measure, but it fits within a mile
This is what I often hear, referring to my 'tile'

Chorus: I see you've got the old brown, brown, brown, brown
I see you've got the old brown hat on
I got a job in the undertaking line
Made up in a frock coat, I reckoned it was fine
Thought I would ask some fellow how I looked
And he said, 'May I be sat on,
You're the colour of a crow with your undertaker's bow
But I see you've got the old brown hat on.'

I'm a funny fellow when I get a little tight
Cannot see to go to sleep unless I have a light
I suffer from somnambulism, wake up in a fright
Found myself a-walking down the street the other night
Must have been the lobster, or it might have been the meat
Lor, it was a treat, nothing on my feet
I tried to break into a pub to get a drop of beer
When I awoke, a policeman he was shouting in my ear,

Chorus: 'I see you've got the old brown, brown, brown, brown
I see you've got the old brown hat on
My old gal, she was soon upon the scene
Said, 'You idiot, wherever have you been?'
The boss took us in to have a drink
And said, as he turned the vat on
'I shouldn't have known you, Bert, in your little flannel shirt
But I see you've got your old brown hat on.'

Now, I did a very funny thing the other day
Had an invitation from a pal across the way
To celebrate a wedding, and to join him in the fray
Early in the morning we were very, very gay
I cut up the turkey, and it was a bit of fun
Smothered everyone, I'd only just begun
The gravy and the 'taters' did a double on the bride
My old pal he gave a toast, and this is what he cried,

Chorus: 'I see you've got the old brown, brown, brown, brown
I see you've got the old brown hat on.'
I shouted, 'Never mind, fetch me up a saw.'
Then I had another go and got him on the floor
And just as he was turning on his back
I spotted a lump with fat on
I said, as I arose, 'Is this the parson's nose?
Why I thought he'd got my old brown hat on.'

 
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Written and composed by Robert Gorman & Tom Lowan - 1905
Performed by Harry Champion (1865-1942)
 
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