THE MAN OF ECCENTRIC NOTIONS | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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In the year eighteen hundred and never mind when A lanky old crank used to knock about then And this individual's cognomen was 'The man of eccentric notions.' He always slept on the rail of the bed Laid his boots in the sheets instead Under the bed he looked because There might be a woman there, he hoped there was Walked on his hands for to save his boots Ate green radish tops, threw away the roots Right on his head his mouth was stuck Carried his dinner in his hat for luck Popped on his hat ere one o'clock chimed Shifted his dinner in the governor's time Cleaned his teeth with second-hand brooms Under his chin he grew mushrooms. Chorus: And he signed a cheque with a wart on his neck This man with eccentric notions. He never ate anything but tripe He'd smoke a newspaper while reading his pipe He'd pick up the fender his nose to wipe This man of eccentric notions. He'd always breathe through his right ear-hole To save his mouth, upon my soul Blew the gas out, the silly old elf And very near got blown out himself Swallowed his grub in lumps, because It saved the wear and tear of his jaws Pulled his pants on inside out To save the nap when the wind was about Had one bath, and he pinched two towels Porous-plastered the ducks and the fowls In hot water he soaked their legs To make the hens lay hard-boiled eggs. Chorus: But he conquored his faults with Epsom salts This man of eccentric notions. He married a woman according to law And when her mother began to jaw He hit her a kick with a circular saw This man of eccentric notions. He never went out, but whenever he did He'd buy no baccy, but borrow a quid He'd button his coat to his bald head of hair To keep the draught from his you know where He went for a shave in a barber's shop The razor slipped, and his nose went pop He grabbed it quick, but the foolish pup Stuck it on his face the wrong side up 'Twas raining hard, and it filled to the brim Overflowed, and he couldn't swim He yelled for a boat, but yelled in vain A storm came on and it filled his brain. Chorus: So he fell in his nose and he turned up his toes This man of eccentric notions. |
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Performed by Cliff Ryland (1856-1930) | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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