I’m always in the fashion.
I’m a noted chap for that.
So lately I’ve been walking about
the streets without a hat.
To do without a cady,
Why, it saves me half a quid.
I’m like a bloomin’ saucepan on the
fire without a lid.
I go, you know, strolling round the town,
waves me little cane about.
Girls all say, “Look, Ginger’s on the mash!”
Dig me in the ribs and shout.
Don’t walk about without yer cady on.
Ginger, you’re barmy!
“Get your hair cut,” they all begin to cry.
With nothing on your napper,
oh, you are a pie.
Pie must have a little bit of crust.
Why don’t you wear a cady?
If you want to be a don, you want a bit of
something on to take off to a lady.
Once I went into the zoo with such a
smiling face, but, oh, there was a hullabaloo
when I got in the place. The keepers
started chasing me. Then I got in a rage.
They put a chain around me neck and they
bunged me in a cage.
I cried, “I’m not a monkey, on me
word!” I had to buy them all some beer.
When they let me out, they told me this:
If you want to keep away from here…
Don’t walk about without yer cady
on. Ginger, you’re barmy!
“Get your hair cut,” they all begin
to cry. With nothing on your napper,
oh, you are a pie. Pie must have a little bit
of crust. Why don’t you wear a cady?
If you want to be a don, you want a
bit of something on to take off to a lady.
The missis took me in a pub. The governor
Mister Hogg, he stroked me ears, he giv’
me a cake, he took me for a dog. A
policeman stopped the traffic, shouted out
with all his might, “Look out! Here comes
the North Pole with the top half all alight!”
My wife said that me napper’s like a sieve.
It’s full of little holes, I’ll bet. When it rains
it will let the water in and then your feet
will both get wet.
Recorded on August 4, 1910.
Harry Champion “Ginger, You’re Barmy!” LYRICS British music hall comic song 1910
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