When I'm happy, when I'm happy, singing all the while
I don't need nobody then to show me how to smile
When I'm out upon the spree, toddling down the street
With this little melody everyone I greet

Chorus: Show me the way to go home
I'm tired and I want to go to bed
I had a little drink about an hour ago
And it's gone right to my head
No matter where I roam, on land or sea or foam
You will always hear me singing this song
Show me the way to go home

Old Mother Hubbard she went to the cupboard
To get her daughter a dress
When she got there, the cupboard was bare
And so was the daughter, I guess
When the daughter heard the news, she had an awful fright
Wearing just a great big smile she cried with all her might


Crosswords here, crosswords there, everywhere I see
People doing puzzles. Oh, what can the matter be?
Spooning with a girl last night, she cried with a sigh
“What's the word for ‘let's get wed'? So I made this reply


Some folks say, eat more fruit, some folks, eat more meat
Others say, what's wrong with fish? and how's your poor old feet?
I think that's a waste of time, you must with me agree
Everyone should sing more songs, Sing this one with me

Written and composed by Irving King & Swain
(Jimmy Campbell and Reg Connelly wrote jointly as Irving King)
Performed by Ella Shields (1879-1952)
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