OH, THE KHARKI
 

Now have you heard the craze that's come to drive you off your thatch?
And quickly send us one by one, right off to Colney Hatch;
We've heard enough of Kruger, of his whiskers and his pipe,
And now we've got the khaki craze to haunt us day and night.

Chorus: Oh the kharki! Oh the kharki!
We've kharki ties and kharki shirts,
Kharki bloomers and kharki skirts,
Everything is kharki, it's driving us all insane,
We've khar - ki - ar - ki - ar - ki - ar - ki,
Khar - ki on the brain.

In every shop you see the windows full of Kharki clothes,
There's kharki pocket-handkerchiefs to wipe your kharki nose;
I bought some fowls a week ago, with feathers on their legs,
And yesterday, upon my word, they laid two kharki eggs.

Chorus:

We soon shall be all kharki, from our head down to our feet,
With kharki boots and kharki togs to walk down kharki street;
We might have kharki cats and dogs but there the law forbids,
But my old woman, yesterday, had three fine kharki kids.

Chorus:

 
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Written and composed by Ernie Mayne & G.D. Fox - 1900
Performed by Ernie Mayne (1871-1937)
From monologues.co.uk Music Hall Lyrics Collection
 
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