Call For Mr. Brown 1918

by James Pitt-Payne, London UK - 13 Apr 2009
2009

In a big downtown hotel
I works hard all day
I hops around
from morn till night
and surely earns my pay,
I have my ups,
my ups and downs
just like the elevator man,
I calls for Smith
and I calls for Jones,
but there's one call I can't stand:

Call for Mister Brown
Mister Brown, Mister Brown, Mister Brown,
Up those stairs and down,
up and down, up and down,
up and down,
I looks down in the barber shop,
I peeks in at the bar,
I runs all over this here place
I wonder where he are.
Call for Mister Brown
Mister Brown, Mister Brown, Mister Brown,
That man can't be found,
never round, never round, never round,
I calls until my throat is sore,
and then I calls for him some more,
Mister Brown!
Mister Brown!
I got a call for Mister Brown.

Call for Mister Brown
Mister Brown, Mister Brown, Mister Brown,
Up those stairs and down,
up and down, up and down,
up and down,
I looks down in the barber shop,
I peeks in at the bar,
I runs all over this here place
I wonder where he are.
Call for Mister Brown
Mister Brown, Mister Brown, Mister Brown,
That man can't be found,
never round, never round, never round,
I calls until my throat is sore,
and then I calls for him some more,
Mister Brown!
Mister Brown!
I got a call for Mister Brown.

Seems as if I get more calls
for this Mister Brown,
Than for any other man
that ever struck this town,
I sits me on a bench to rest
when my feets getting kind of tired,
and just about that time
they want Mister Brown upon the wire.

Call for Mister Brown
Mister Brown, Mister Brown, Mister Brown,
Up those stairs and down,
up and down, up and down,
up and down,
I looks down in the barber shop,
I peeks in at the bar,
I runs all over this here place
I wonder where he are.
Call for Mister Brown
Mister Brown, Mister Brown, Mister Brown,
That man can't be found,
never round, never round, never round,
I calls until my throat is sore,
and then I calls for him some more,
Mister Brown!
Mister Brown!
I got a call for Mister Brown.

Call for Mister Brown
Mister Brown, Mister Brown, Mister Brown,
Up those stairs and down,
up and down, up and down,
up and down,
I looks down in the barber shop,
I peeks in at the bar,
I runs all over this here place
I wonder where he are.
Call for Mister Brown
Mister Brown, Mister Brown, Mister Brown,
That man can't be found,
never round, never round, never round,
I calls until my throat is sore,
and then I calls for him some more,
Mister Brown!
Mister Brown!
I got a call for Mister Brown.

Soft karaoke
Words
piano 1
piano 2
piano 3
piano 4
lyric
pizz str bass
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Call For Mr. Brown 1918
Music by Isham Jones
Lyrics by Ole Olsen
© MCMXVIII by Tell Taylor Inc.
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sequence & karaoke by James Pitt-Payne, London UK
on Monday 13 April 2009 at 13.49
in association with Veda Meyer-Castens
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