Bouncing At The Rubber Ball 1916

by James Pitt-Payne, London UK - 22 Jun 2009
2009

Beneath the rubber trees in far Peru
Along the Amazon
when the rubber pickers have their work all thru
there's something goin' on;
They get together with their native band,
they notify you one and all,
then on the night selected
ev'ryone's on hand
to celebrate the rubber ball.

Oh you leap and you bound at the rubber ball,
then you slide and you glide all around the hall,
smile! and throw your shoulders back.
Bump diddle di ump
like a jumping jack,
ev'ry step's full o' pep and the music's grand,
Listen to the rubber band
they're raggin' up that melody
with minor chords and harmony
so I don't care what becomes of me;
Bouncing at The Rubber Ball.

Oh you leap and you bound at the rubber ball,
then you slide and you glide all around the hall,
smile! and throw your shoulders back.
Bump diddle di ump
like a jumping jack,
ev'ry step's full o' pep and the music's grand,
Listen to the rubber band
they're raggin' up that melody
with minor chords and harmony
so I don't care what becomes of me;
Bouncing at The Rubber Ball.

If you should journey down to far Peru
leave all your gripes behind,
all the clothes you have to take along with you,
are of a diff'rent kind;
the natives only wear a string of beads
that weigh about a half an ounce,
for over in the tropics
that is all you need
to join the happy crowd and bounce.

Oh you leap and you bound at the rubber ball,
then you slide and you glide all around the hall,
smile! and throw your shoulders back.
Bump diddle di ump
like a jumping jack,
ev'ry step's full o' pep and the music's grand,
Listen to the rubber band
they're raggin' up that melody
with minor chords and harmony
so I don't care what becomes of me;
Bouncing at The Rubber Ball.

Oh you leap and you bound at the rubber ball,
then you slide and you glide all around the hall,
smile! and throw your shoulders back.
Bump diddle di ump
like a jumping jack,
ev'ry step's full o' pep and the music's grand,
Listen to the rubber band
they're raggin' up that melody
with minor chords and harmony
so I don't care what becomes of me;
Bouncing at The Rubber Ball.

Soft karaoke
Words
piano 1
piano 2
piano 3
piano 4
lyric
pizz str bass
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Bouncing At The Rubber Ball 1916
Music by Ernie Erdman
Lyrics by Roger Lewis
© MCMXVI by F.J.A.Forster Music Pub. - Chicago
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sequence & karaoke by James Pitt-Payne, London UK
on Monday 22 June 2009 at 10.20
in association with Veda Meyer-Castens
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