Mister Whitney's Little Jitney Bus 1915

by James Pitt-Payne, LOndon UK - 19 Mar 2005

Mister Hiram Whitney
he was feeling very sad,
his business was so bad,
he lost near all he had,
He used to save the coupons
that cigar stores gave away,
and that was all that he had left
upon that fateful day.
He gathered all the coupons
and he tied them with a cord,
he took them down,
and turned them in
and got himself a "Ford."

Mister Whitney's little Jitney Bus,
ran around, all around, all around,
he would take you anywhere in town,
up or down, up or down, up or down.
He'd have a mob aboard
his funny little "Ford,"
The kids instead of buying pickles,
used to give him all their nickels.
Mister Whitney's little Jitney Bus,
made a fuss, made a fuss, made a fuss.
How the street car owners
used to "cuss", that bus.
The fuel he used was very queer,
he ran the car on "Ehret's Beer", Oh!
Mister Whitney's Little Jitney Bus.

Mister Whitney's little Jitney Bus,
ran around, all around, all around,
he would take you anywhere in town,
up or down, up or down, up or down.
He'd have a mob aboard
his funny little "Ford,"
The kids instead of buying pickles,
used to give him all their nickels.
Mister Whitney's little Jitney Bus,
made a fuss, made a fuss, made a fuss.
How the street car owners
used to "cuss", that bus.
His engine was in perfect tune,
the car would stop at each saloon, Oh!
Mister Whitney's Little Jitney Bus.

Mister Whitney always used to
treat his Jitney right,
he'd clean it ev'ry night
and have it polished bright.
One night he took it all apart
to clean it out inside,
and then he couldn't make it go,
no matter how he tried.
He said: "I wonder what can be
the matter with this hack?"
And then, he found, that he forgot
to put the engine back.

Mister Whitney's little Jitney Bus,
ran around, all around, all around,
he would take you anywhere in town,
up or down, up or down, up or down.
He'd have a mob aboard
his funny little "Ford,"
The kids instead of buying pickles,
used to give him all their nickels.
Mister Whitney's little Jitney Bus,
made a fuss, made a fuss, made a fuss.
How the street car owners
used to "cuss", that bus.
One night they had an accident,
a straight old maid was badly bent, Oh!
Mister Whitney's Little Jitney Bus.

Mister Whitney's little Jitney Bus,
ran around, all around, all around,
he would take you anywhere in town,
up or down, up or down, up or down.
He'd have a mob aboard
his funny little "Ford,"
The kids instead of buying pickles,
used to give him all their nickels.
Mister Whitney's little Jitney Bus,
made a fuss, made a fuss, made a fuss.
How the street car owners
used to "cuss", that bus.
For a nickel any two could spoon
or even have a honeymoon, Oh!
Mister Whitney's Little Jitney Bus.

Soft karaoke
Words
piano 1
piano 2
piano 3
piano 4
lyric
pizz str bass
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Mister Whitney's Little Jitney Bus 1915
Lyric by A. Seymour Brown - Music by Clarence Gaskill
© MCMXV by Jerome H. Remick & Co., New York
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sequence and karaoke by James Pitt-Payne, London UK
on Saturday 19 March 2005 at 11.46
in association with Doug Grierson
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