That Ragtime Barber Shop 1912

by James Pitt-Payne, London UK - 3 Jun 2008
2008

I know a place to go
when you are feeling kind of blue,
a place to drown your sorrows
if nobody cares for you,
down to a barber shop
where ev'rything's galore,
You hear the ragtime strains
a floatin' thro' the open door,
the music's written on the mirrors
there you see,
so step in line, forget the time,
and come with me,
Oh! we'll wade thro' the crowd
and shout aloud,
this tune night and noon
like a loon pretty soon.

You see the hair,
fly in the air,
the razors flashing,
the lather splashing,
the crowds just rave
to get a musical shave,
they have to call the army out
to make them behave,
the mirrors wiggle,
The boys they giggle,
you just can't make them stop,
Mister Jefferson Lord,
plays the Barber Shop Chord,
and then you see the crowds a' runnin'
'cause they hear them all a' hummin'
in that Ragtime Barber Shop.

You see the hair,
fly in the air,
the razors flashing,
the lather splashing,
the crowds just rave
to get a musical shave,
they have to call the army out
to make them behave,
the mirrors wiggle,
The boys they giggle,
you just can't make them stop,
Mister Jefferson Lord,
plays the Barber Shop Chord,
and then you see the crowds a' runnin'
'cause they hear them all a' hummin'
in that Ragtime Barber Shop.

Now that's the place they make the face
just look so sweet and new,
as sweet as sugar 'lasses
candy honeysuckle dew,
for there they cut the hair,
as no one else compares,
you get a spray of lilac
on your little teddy bear,
the barber pole begins to roll
to that refrain,
you see the suey rocking chairs sway
to that strain,
Oh! while you read the news
they shine your shoes,
and sway this away
any day hear them play.

You see the hair,
fly in the air,
the razors flashing,
the lather splashing,
the crowds just rave
to get a musical shave,
they have to call the army out
to make them behave,
the mirrors wiggle,
The boys they giggle,
you just can't make them stop,
Mister Jefferson Lord,
plays the Barber Shop Chord,
and then you see the crowds a' runnin'
'cause they hear them all a' hummin'
in that Ragtime Barber Shop.

You see the hair,
fly in the air,
the razors flashing,
the lather splashing,
the crowds just rave
to get a musical shave,
they have to call the army out
to make them behave,
the mirrors wiggle,
The boys they giggle,
you just can't make them stop,
Mister Jefferson Lord,
plays the Barber Shop Chord,
and then you see the crowds a' runnin'
'cause they hear them all a' hummin'
in that Ragtime Barber Shop.

Soft karaoke
Words
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lyric
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That Ragtime Barber Shop 1912
Music by Wm.M.James Jr.
Lyrics by Geo.C.Pennington
© 1912 by Pennington & James
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sequence & karaoke by James Pitt-Payne, London UK
on Tuesday 3 June 2008 at 22.42
in association with Veda Meyer-Castens
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