Hungry Hash House versuri

Versuri Charlie Poole – Hungry Hash House lyrics

I’m a boater and I dwell in that second-class hotel
But staying long I think I’ll be insane
For I lay here on my bum and I cannot get my drum
And the boater I owe would break a villain’s hair

Oh, they feed on chicken pie a few years till they die
But you cannot cut it with a sword
For the undertaker’s hanging round for that work to be found
Isn’t that awful hungry? Hey, some boar I’ve owned

Oh, they gave me upstairs one night, I had to need a gun and a knife
Something they’d never done before
Oh, the fleas held me down while I teased this tramp around
Isn’t that awful hungry? Hey, some boar I’ve owned

Oh, the meat stick it was rare and the butter had red hair
Baby had his feet both in the soup
Oh, the eggs, they would not pay
Except you’d take one you would have had
Isn’t that awful hungry? Hey, some boar I’ve stayed

Oh, the beef bacon was rare and the butter had red hair
Baby had his feet all in a suit
Oh, the eggs they were not tanned
Except for that one he would have
Have an awful hungry hand
Don’t go, I say

Oh, the beef bacon was rare and the butter had red hair
Baby had his feet all in a suit
Oh, the eggs they were not tanned
Except for that one he would have
Have an awful hungry hand
Don’t go, I say