DOWN IN BOM-BOMBAY
(Ballard Macdonald / Harry Carroll,   1915)


If you're tired of this life, if you're lonely with one wife, 
take my little tip, take your little grip, 
take a little trip to India far away, down to Bom-Bombay:

There the tropic breezes blow, there the waw waw bushes grow,
where the girls are nice, they eat curried rice, full of red hot spice
in India far away, down in Bom-Bombay

Down in Bom-Bombay, where the palm trees sway, where you clap your hands, 
then you give commands to those Indian bands to play a little tom-tom (hear 'em) 
There the girlies sway, in Oriental way,
Every cat has got nine lives, every man has got nine wives, down in Bom-Bombay.
Down in Bom-Bombay, where the palm trees sway, where you clap your hands, 
then you give commands to those Indian bands to play a little tom-tom (hear 'em) 
There the girlies sway, in Oriental way,
Where you lead the simple life, every day a different wife, down in Bom-Bombay.