Ragtime Temple Bells 1914

James Pitt-Payne, London UK - 15 Jan 2005

On a great big Yankee mano'war,
was a great big Yankee black Jack Tar,
On the coast of China one fine day,
cut his sticks and ran away.
Got a job the very first day ashore,
in a heathen temple, as janitor.
His boss was a joss his shipmate tells
who sent him to ring the temple bells,
and ev'ry time he rang the chime.
He'd shudder, and he'd wince
so he tuned the bells in ragtime,
They've been that way ever since!

Boom Boom! Bingetybing
in the morning sun,
Boom Boom! Bungetybung,
when the day is done.
Nothing could be sweeter
than the syncopated metre
Of these sweet bells,
Boom Boom! Bingetybing
when the day is fair,
Boom Boom! Bungetybung,
all the day is there
ev'ry chink goes just as dippy
as a coon from Mississippi
Oh ring them bells,
don't you hear them chiming,
Lovey dovey rhyming
Jingo jangalang!
Tango Tangaling Tangaling!
Tangaling!
Boom Boom! Bingetybing
in the morning sun,
Boom Boom! Bungetybung
when the day is done,
Ragtime! Ragtime!
Ragtime Temple Bells!

Boom Boom! Bingetybing
in the morning sun,
Boom Boom! Bungetybung,
when the day is done.
Nothing could be sweeter
than the syncopated metre
Of these sweet bells,
Boom Boom! Bingetybing
when the day is fair,
Boom Boom! Bungetybung,
all the day is there
ev'ry chink goes just as dippy
as a coon from Mississippi
Oh ring them bells,
don't you hear them chiming,
Lovey dovey rhyming
Jingo jangalang!
Tango Tangaling Tangaling!
Tangaling!
Boom Boom! Bingetybing
in the morning sun,
Boom Boom! Bungetybung
when the day is done,
Ragtime! Ragtime!
Ragtime Temple Bells!

When a Chinese boy in old Pekin
goes to purify himself from sin,
He walks along with step demure,
"Velly good boy," to be sure.
When the bells ring out,
that heathen knave
he just can't make his feet behave,
his sandals grow so queer and hot,
they start him doing the Turkey Trot,
so ev'ry Sunday school parade
along the Pekin way.
Looks something like a picture
of a New York Cabaret!

Boom Boom! Bingetybing
in the morning sun,
Boom Boom! Bungetybung,
when the day is done.
Nothing could be sweeter
than the syncopated metre
Of these sweet bells,
Boom Boom! Bingetybing
when the day is fair,
Boom Boom! Bungetybung,
all the day is there
ev'ry chink goes just as dippy
as a coon from Mississippi
Oh ring them bells,
don't you hear them chiming,
Lovey dovey rhyming
Jingo jangalang!
Tango Tangaling Tangaling!
Tangaling!
Boom Boom! Bingetybing
in the morning sun,
Boom Boom! Bungetybung
when the day is done,
Ragtime! Ragtime!
Ragtime Temple Bells!

Boom Boom! Bingetybing
in the morning sun,
Boom Boom! Bungetybung,
when the day is done.
Nothing could be sweeter
than the syncopated metre
Of these sweet bells,
Boom Boom! Bingetybing
when the day is fair,
Boom Boom! Bungetybung,
all the day is there
ev'ry chink goes just as dippy
as a coon from Mississippi
Oh ring them bells,
don't you hear them chiming,
Lovey dovey rhyming
Jingo jangalang!
Tango Tangaling Tangaling!
Tangaling!
Boom Boom! Bingetybing
in the morning sun,
Boom Boom! Bungetybung
when the day is done,
Ragtime! Ragtime!
Ragtime Temple Bells!

Soft karaoke
Words
piano 1
piano 2
piano 3
piano 4
lyric
pizz str bass
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Ragtime Temple Bells 1914
Music by Ivan Caryll
Lyrics by James O'Dea
Charles Dillingham Presents Montgomery and Stone
in a Musical Fantasy - "Chin-Chin"
Book by Anne Caldwell and R.H. Burnside.
© 1914 by Chappell & Co., Ltd., 41 East 34th St., New York
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sequence and karaoke by James Pitt-Payne, London UK
on Saturday 15 January 2005 at 21.53
in association with Doug Grierson
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This song is a far cry from Ivan Caryll's 'Gaiety' days and a bit
of a surprise for me. I rather let rip here so apologies for the
loudness of the file! :-)
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