Icicle Joe.

Seq - Dr. J.Pitt-Payne. Kar - Bunty Pritchard Jones. Aug 2000.

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 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
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Icicle Joe (The Eskimo)
written, composed, and sung by
Mr. Leslie Sarony
Music-Hall
MIDI
Doug Grierson - Research
Sequenced by Dr. Pitt-Payne in London UK
Karaoke by
Bunty Pritchard Jones
Icicle Joe (The Eskimo) Music-Hall seq Dr. Pitt-Payne in London UK 7 August 2000

Icicle Joe (The Eskimo) Music Hall with Mr. Leslie Sarony