IT DON'T SUIT CHARLIE BAKER
 
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Of Sharps and Flats this worlds composed,
No doubt you've heard of that ,
By folks who think they're clever,
I'm oft taken for a Flat;
I was not born but yesterday,
So whenever they may try,
Their hand on Charlie Baker, they
Are sure to hear me cry.

Chorus: It don't suit Charlie Baker,
It won't suit Charlie Baker,
Wide awake is Charlie Baker
It's not good enough for me. Oh no.

When strolling in a Billiard Room,
Invited to a game,
By those who think they're up to snuff,
They'll find me 'bout the same;
Sometimes a drinks, proposed , of course,
No jovial fellow 'nay's,
Unless some cad , who likes to toss,
Proposes 'odd man pays'.

SPOKEN - I can either stand a glass, or do a gentle flutter amongst some friends for sport, but the scientific odd man pays,

Chorus:

Whilst walking down the Strand one day,
A fellow quickly stopped,
And picked from off the pavement
A ring that had been dropped;
Call'd me aside, look here Sir,
At this diamond ring I've found,
I am poor, want money badly,
You shall have it for a pound.

SPOKEN - Splendid diamond ring, only a pound, worth at least five shillings a dozen, in Birmingham, no my friend,

Chorus:

At races too, the betting men
All seem to fancy me,
Want me to back some 'certainty'
To win, or one, two, three.
Give a long price 'gainst some 'outsider',
From a 'fiver' to a 'crown'
But I like to see the numbers UP
Before my money's DOWN.

SPOKEN - I can fully appreciate their kindness in being anxious that I should win a pot of money but I am compelled to remark to Mess™ Welchtm and Slope of Manchester,

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I travel on the line sometimes,
When for a trip inclined,
One day I'd nearly lost the train,
I was so much behind;
'Make haste Sir,' said the Guard, 'we're off.'
As he pushed me into the train,
In the carriage I found a female alone,
So, I soon jumped out again.

SPOKEN - Rather, there's not a man more fond of the society of ladies than I am, but travelling fifty miles by rail all alone with one is quite a different matter, somehow I don't feel safe and no communication between passenger and Guard, I read the papers, so that kind of travelling,

Chorus:

So as you jog along my boys,
Take care of number one,
And keep your two eyes open,boys,
Or else you may be done.
With this advice, I'll say 'adieu',
I can no longer stay;
And should you wish another song,
Why, all that I can say is,

Chorus:
 
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Written and composed by G.W. Hunt - 1871
Performed by George Leybourne (1842-1884)
From monologues.co.uk Music Hall Lyrics Collection
 
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