Ragtime Eating Place 1914

by James Pitt-Payne, London UK - 26 Apr 2009
2009

I took my lady friend last night
to a rest'rant on The Square.
Ev'rything was a ragging around
as the music filled the air,
Of course my mind had turned a bit
from drinking champagne wine,
and this is what I saw that night
I will tell you in my rhyme:

The waiter started ragging,
the table cloth was sagging,
the salad with the napkin
looped the loop.
A lobster he was flopping,
the chicken Turkey Trotting,
and the oyster did the Bear Cat
in the soup.
The pig's feet they were walking
the butter started talking
the looking glass
was looking in my face,
the pepper it was sneezing,
the lemons they were squeezing
at this Ragtime Eating Place.

The waiter started ragging,
the table cloth was sagging,
the salad with the napkin
looped the loop.
A lobster he was flopping,
the chicken Turkey Trotting,
and the oyster did the Bear Cat
in the soup.
The pig's feet they were walking
the butter started talking
the looking glass
was looking in my face,
the pepper it was sneezing,
the lemons they were squeezing
at this Ragtime Eating Place.

The orchestra played ragtime tunes
and we all felt light and gay,
Tango Fiends cleared the tables away
and they danced till break of day.
The Turkey Trot was not forgot
till my lady said to me:
I'd like a nice big juicy steak
and a cup of Lipton's Tea."

The waiter started ragging,
the table cloth was sagging,
the salad with the napkin
looped the loop.
A lobster he was flopping,
the chicken Turkey Trotting,
and the oyster did the Bear Cat
in the soup.
The pig's feet they were walking
the butter started talking
the looking glass
was looking in my face,
the pepper it was sneezing,
the lemons they were squeezing
at this Ragtime Eating Place.

The waiter started ragging,
the table cloth was sagging,
the salad with the napkin
looped the loop.
A lobster he was flopping,
the chicken Turkey Trotting,
and the oyster did the Bear Cat
in the soup.
The pig's feet they were walking
the butter started talking
the looking glass
was looking in my face,
the pepper it was sneezing,
the lemons they were squeezing
at this Ragtime Eating Place.

Soft karaoke
Words
piano 1
piano 2
piano 3
piano 4
lyric
pizz str bass
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Ragtime Eating Place 1914
Music by  Lee Trombley
Lyrics by Morris Manley
© MCMXIV by Geo.L.Trombley Pub.Co. - Kalamazoo, Mich.
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sequence & karaoke by James Pitt-Payne, London UK
on Sunday 26 April 2009 at 11.58
in association with Veda Meyer-Castens
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