YEARS AND YEARS AND YEARS

(Wilcock, Rutherford)


As recorded by:
Leslie Sarony, Acc. By
Jay Wilbur’s Band
Recorded January 1935



Somebody born every minute
Each moment that somebody dies
Each tick of the clock someone’s kicked in the pants
And clicks for a nasty surprise

Some say that our troubles are nothing but bubbles
But Lor what a mess when they burst
If it’s true as they say every dog has its day
Then mine must be April the first

I’ve got an old aunt who’s been fond of me
For years and years and years
I know she’s been saving her LSD
For years and years and years
She’s nearly a hundred there isn’t a doubt
One foot in the grave but dear old Doctor Prout
Says the other will still go on wagging about
For years and years and years

I haven’t set eyes on my Uncle Ted
For years and years and years
He used to make very good money they said
For years and years and years
He did make good money, that I must allow
One day the police got to hear it somehow
And we shan’t see him round at the good old Dunn Cow
For years and years and years


Old Brown was so fat that it damaged his health
For years and years and years
His doctor advised him to diet himself
For years and years and years
He starved till he had to have tucks in his clothes
He shouted one night as he noticed his toes
Well, lumee, I haven’t set eyes upon those
For years and years and years

A nice folding bed we had hidden away
For years and years and years
To put up our friends when they wanted to stay
For years and years and years
But sorry to say like the old mistletoe bough  
Something went wrong with the spring somehow
And my mother-in-law has been shut in it now
For years and years and years




(Transcribed from John Wright’s 78 RPM 
Record Collection by Bill Huntley - October 2013)