Chop House Rag 1911

by James Pitt-Payne, London UK - 09 Aug 2006
2006

Bill got a job as a cook one day
in a swell restaurant down Broadway.
Every night in the dining room,
they would play a ragtime tune.
When Bill would hear it he'd go in a trance,
then someone said to him
come on and dance,
even the waiters would
start to prance
when they played that Chophouse Rag.

When they played that ever appetizing rag,
no matter what the time was it would never drag,
the French fried potato
took the big fat tomato
to dance upon the dish,
while a chicken grabbed a fish.
When they played that tantalizing tune so fine,
the people in the dining room could never dine:
The oyster started sliding,
while the lobster went a gliding,
when they played that Chophouse rag.

When they played that ever appetizing rag,
no matter what the time was it would never drag,
the French fried potato
took the big fat tomato
to dance upon the dish,
while a chicken grabbed a fish.
When they played that tantalizing tune so fine,
the people in the dining room could never dine:
The oyster started sliding,
while the lobster went a gliding,
when they played that Chophouse rag.

One night an order came back to Bill,
the order they gave him he could not fill:
"I want some Frankfurters," the waiter cried,
"and the fellow wants them fried."
Bill threw the sausages in the pan,
as the tune started by the ragtime man,
Bill got excited when away they ran
to dance that Chophouse Rag.

When they played that ever appetizing rag,
no matter what the time was it would never drag,
the French fried potato
took the big fat tomato
to dance upon the dish,
while a chicken grabbed a fish.
When they played that tantalizing tune so fine,
the people in the dining room could never dine:
The oyster started sliding,
while the lobster went a gliding,
when they played that Chophouse rag.

When they played that ever appetizing rag,
no matter what the time was it would never drag,
the French fried potato
took the big fat tomato
to dance upon the dish,
while a chicken grabbed a fish.
When they played that tantalizing tune so fine,
the people in the dining room could never dine:
The oyster started sliding,
while the lobster went a gliding,
when they played that Chophouse rag.

Soft karaoke
Words
piano 1
piano 2
piano 3
piano 4
lyric
pizz str bass
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Chop House Rag 1911
Music by Edna May Fowler
Lyrics by Wm. Foster
© 1911 by Shapiro Music Pub.Co.  N.Y.
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sequence and karaoke by James Pitt-Payne, London UK
on Wednesay 09 August 2006 at 5.31pm
in association with Doug Grierson
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