Hungry Hash House

歌詞

Spoken: Hello folks, I'm in New York and from the country, but you can't tell me, don't you tell me, roastin' ears ain't corn. There's a hotel in the city as we climb the golden stairs And they serve the hash up on the second floor There's a graveyard in the cellar, Doctor's office in the parlour And the undertaker keeps his shop next door "Touch Me Not" is on the teacups; skeleton cross bones on the plates And the writing on the turkey you can spell Oh the biscuits they are named, and I'm going to have them framed At that all go hungry hash house where I dwell Oh the donuts they are wooden and we have Limburger puddin' We kneel in prayer before we go to grub If you chance to get a breeze of that Ambelonious cheese You'd have swore somebody'd hit you with a club That hotel where I stay, it is turning my hair gray And the landlord is always full of beer Oh the bedbugs must have rented, and the air was sweetly scented By an old-fashioned pig pen in the rear Oh the sausages they are marked, if you touch them they will bark It's a relic sent from "Bingen on the Rhine.? All the borders have the croup caught from drinking frozen soup At that all go hungry hash house where I dine They have India rubber pickles exercise them on bi-sick-ells And a dinner bell and gong they can't afford When they open up the gates, we'll come skippin' on roller skates At that all go hungry hash house where I board There's a woman called the Duchess, brings the coffee in on crutches And the cake looks like a sponge that petrified Oh the pies are old and gray; they were tackled by a jay Who went right out and committed suicide Oh the molasses are made of paint, if you smell them you will faint They are yellow, and dished up in a gourd Oh the eggs are made to match, if you touch them they will hatch At that all go hungry hash house where I board