Going Up 1908

by James Pitt-Payne, London UK - 7 Jan 2012
2012

Pat Hogan was a greenhorn
of sturdy Irish stock,
He came across a place one day
where men were blasting rock,
They fixed the fuse and lit it,
and warned off all the gang,
But Hogan walked up to the blast
just then it went off bang.

'Going up' said the elevator boy,
In the building cross the street,
'Going up' said the elevator boy,
and his voice was soft and sweet,
He went up twenty thousand feet
and funny to relate,
he said he didn't mind it
cause the view up there was great.
Bzzzzz 'Going up'
Is what the elevator boy told me.

'Going up' said the elevator boy,
In the building cross the street,
'Going up' said the elevator boy,
and his voice was soft and sweet,
He went up twenty thousand feet
and funny to relate,
he said he didn't mind it
cause the view up there was great.
Bzzzzz 'Going up'
Is what the elevator boy told me.

A lady went out walking
one breezy afternoon,
At Twentythird street and Broadway
she met a small typhoon,
A Flatiron bulding cyclone
to tell the story hurts,
two hundred fellows stopped
and rubbered at the lady's skirts,

'Going up' said the elevator boy,
In the building cross the street,
'Going up' said the elevator boy
and his voice was soft and sweet,
The Copper on the corner
murmured underneath his breath,
It's got the moving picture shows
all skinned to death
Bzzzzz 'Going up'
Is what the elevator boy told me.

'Going up' said the elevator boy,
In the building cross the street,
'Going up' said the elevator boy
and his voice was soft and sweet,
The Copper on the corner
murmured underneath his breath,
It's got the moving picture shows
all skinned to death
Bzzzzz 'Going up'
Is what the elevator boy told me.

A sweet young girl was dozing
upon her porch one day,
The book had fallen from her hand
and on the porch it lay,
Her dainty feet were showing,
she didn't mind a bit,
Just then a bumble bee flew up
and on her ankle lit,

'Going up' said the elevator boy,
In the building cross the street,
'Going up' said the elevator boy
and his voice was soft and sweet,
She'd cleaned her hose with gasoline
I understand that day,
The bumble bee disgusted
spread his wings and flew away,
Bzzzzz 'Going up'
Is what the elevator boy told me.

'Going up' said the elevator boy,
In the building cross the street,
'Going up' said the elevator boy
and his voice was soft and sweet,
She'd cleaned her hose with gasoline
I understand that day,
The bumble bee disgusted
spread his wings and flew away,
Bzzzzz 'Going up'
Is what the elevator boy told me.

Soft karaoke
Words
piano 1
piano 2
piano 3
piano 4
lyric
pizz str bass
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Going Up 1908
by Jean C. Havez
© MCMVIII by Lew Dockstader
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sequence & karaoke by James Pitt-Payne, London UK
on Saturday 7 January 2012 at 14.30
in association with Veda Meyer-Castens
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