HINDOO MAN
(Harry Gifford / Fred Cliffe / George Formby)

as recorded by George Formby
February 14th 1937


Over there in India a Hindoo resides,
Smoking his hoakam all day.
Opium and bits of rope and fag ends besides,
A wise man from the East Whitechapel way!
He's got a lovely palace on the beach,
He's the Hindoo howdo hoodoo you do man!
He's got twelve bedrooms with eight wives in each,
He's the Hindoo howdo hoodoo you do man!

He's got one wife who wears a veil,
It covers half her face.
From her nose right to her toes,
You'll see nothing else but space!
She'll dance and waggle her san fairy ann
For the Hindoo howdo hoodoo you do man!

He practices his magic in the eastern bazaar,
Slave girls come under his spell.
When he puts on the fluence they don't know where they are,
He does Indian tricks and dirty tricks as well!
Now what he fancies always does him good,
He's the Hindoo howdo hoodoo you do man!

He lives on rice, roast beef and Yorkshire pud,
He's the Hindoo howdo hoodoo you do man!
He wears a dishcloth round his waist,
His favourite wife called Nellie
Said, "You'd look well if the darned thing fell,
You'd have nowt to cover your -!"
He said, "Who cares?  I could always wear a fan,
I'm a Hindoo howdo hoodoo youdo man!

He looks just like a Nabob of renown,
He's a Hindoo howdo hoodoo you do man!
A Nabob two bob three bob half a crown,
He's a Hindoo howdo hoodoo you do man!
A princess brought him jewels and said
"For all your love I yearn!"
But jewels could not compare with what
He went and gave her in return!
He's ninety nine, but he does all he can
For a Hindoo howdo hoodoo you do man!




(Transcribed by Peter Akers - November 2018)