Papa's In Bed With His Britches On (08-05-40) - Cab Calloway

Send for the doctor and hurry quick

'Cause papa’s in the bed, room seventy-six

Don’t tell the neighbors what it’s all about

He tried to take up all the liquor and it knocked him out

(Cab Calloway)

Mama, mama, hurry, mama, hurry

Oh, papa’s in bed with his britches on

Papa’s in bed with his britches on

Sister, brother, run and tell poor mother

Oh, papa’s in bed with his britches on

Papa’s in bed with his britches on

Late this mornin' 'bout half past ten

Old pops come falling in

Lipstick on his cheek and a knot on his chin

No hat, no shoes, but a belly full-a gin

Uncle, aunty, he’s still got on his hauntie

Oh, papa’s in bed with his britches on

Papa’s in bed with his britches on

Late this mornin' 'bout five o’clock

Father brought down the entire block

The folks across the hall put the key in the lock

When he fell in the door he was beat to his socks

Oh, papa’s in bed with his britches on

Papa’s in bed with his britches on