Cab Calloway — Papas In Bed With His Britches On

(Band) 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 [Instrumental Break] 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