Icicle Joe 1931 Vs2

by James Pitt-Payne, London UK - 8 Sept 2011
2011

Far away in Baffin Bay,
surrounded by the snow,
There dwells the Eskimo,
where it's forty~five below.
Icicle Joe is "mustard",
tho' he's got a frozen face,
Descended from the Icebergs,
he's the last one of his race.

Icicle Joe the Eskimo,
he lives upon the ice,
He says it's rather nice,
when he cuts himself a slice.
Icicle Joe the Eskimo,
he's always on the go,
when he fishes
he gives three wishes,
and then a spear he'll throw.
Then he claps his hands,
and he stamps his feet,
He says it keeps him nice and warm
when he's walking down the street,
Icicle Joe the Eskimo,
he's got a frozen nose,
and he always says,
whenever it snows,
"Jolly good luck to the Eskimos."

Icicle Joe the Eskimo,
no appetite can boast,
for dinner there's no roast,
he just has a whale on toast.
Icicle Joe the Eskimo,
he meets his turtle dove,
Gives her roses,
they both rub noses,
that's Eskimo for love.
Then he claps his hands,
and he stamps his feet,
he just reminds you of
a London Bobbie on his beat,
Icicle Joe the Eskimo's
got chilblains on his toes,
But he always says,
whenever it snows,
"Jolly good luck to the Eskimos."

Far away in Baffin Bay,
the laws are rather lax,
They all drink "sealing" wax,
and they pay no income tax.
Icicle Joe's a poacher,
tho' they haven't any jails,
he goes out ev'ry night
and knocks off half a dozen whales.

Icicle Joe the Eskimo,
gets sossled once a year,
And when pink seals appear,
he will shed a frozen tear,
Icicle Joe the Eskimo,
he works for Mr. Walls,
"Come and try one,
stop me and buy one,"
around the town he calls,
Then he claps his hands,
and he stamps his feet,
He rings his little bell
as he goes cycling down the street,
Icicle Joe the Eskimo,
he dare not blow his nose,
But he always says
whenever it snows,
"Jolly good luck to the Eskimos".

Icicle Joe the Eskimo,
discovered the North Pole,
It stuck out from a hole,
now he's up it, poor old soul,
Icicle Joe the Eskimo,
he's got bats in the belf,
Oh, it's funny,
he borrows money,
and tries to touch himself,
Then he claps his hands,
and he stamps his feet,
He lives on middle bits of fish,
and tries to make both ends "meat".
Icicle Joe the Eskimo,
has lately lost his nose,
But he always says wherever he goes,
"Jolly good luck to the Eskimos".

Soft karaoke
Words
piano 1
piano 2
piano 3
piano 4
lyric
pizz str bass
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Icicle Joe 1931
by Leslie Sarony
© 1931 by The Lawrence Wright Music Co.Ltd.
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sequence & karaoke by James Pitt-Payne, London UK
on Thursday 8 September 2011 at 15.29
in association with Veda Meyer-Castens
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