Cab Calloway - Papa's In Bed With His Britches On lyrics
[Cab Calloway - Papa's In Bed With His Britches On lyrics]
'Cause papa's in the bed, room seventy-six
Don't tell the neighbors what
It's all about he tried to take up all the
Liquor and it knocked him out
Mama, mama, hurry, mama, hurry
Oh, papa's in bed with his britches on
Papa's in bed with his britches on
Sister, brother, run and tell poor mother
Oh, papa's in bed with his britches on
Papa's in bed with his britches on
Late this mornin' 'bout half past ten
Old pops come falling in
Lipstick on his cheek and a knot on his chin
No hat, no shoes, but a belly full-a gin
Uncle, aunty, he's still got on his hauntie
Oh, papa's in bed with his britches on
Papa's in bed with his britches on
Late this mornin' 'bout five o'clock
Father brought down the entire block
The folks across the hall put
The key in the lock
When he fell in the door he
Was beat to his socks
Oh, papa's in bed with his britches on
Papa's in bed with his britches on