Lyr Add: I'm a Daddy at 63 (Charlie Higgins)
Subject: Lyr Add: I’M A DADDY AT 63 (Charlie Higgins)|
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 28 Nov 18 - 02:58 PM
You can hear this song at YouTube. I tried to transcribe it, but there are a few phrases I’m uncertain about, or completely stumped!
I’M A DADDY AT 63
As recorded by Charlie Higgins (1931 or 33?) on “Vintage British Comedy, Vol. 2” (2011)
1. I’m sixty-three, sixty-three.
Never a sign of a lass or a laddie,
I married a widow an’ now I’m a daddy,
A pa! Hoorah!
A daddy at sixty-three!
When he was born, oh what I sped(?),
Spendin’ the morn strokin’ his head,
Praisin’ me pluck, ... for luck,
... cockalorum an’ chuck-a-chuck-chuck.
Never say die at sixty-three!
I’m as giddy as twenty-one,
Able to carry the good work on,
Full of go, ginger-o,
One of the Coleman clan.
One of the saucy old blowzy push(?),
Chasin’ the girls round the mulb’ry bush.
Sixty-three, deary me!
A wonderful marvelous man.
2. Oh, happy day, happy day!
In the church, baby was out for a listen
And watchin’ the people who came to his christenin’.
Joy, oh, boy!
They christened ’im after me.
In a long skip(?) starchy or white,
Little nose tip flossy an’ bright
Proud little lad, happy an’ glad,
Wavin’ his hand to his wonderful dad.
One of the boys at sixty-three!
All the women I tried to please,
Bouncin’ them playfully on me knees.
In the park after dark,
Wearin’ me Astrakhan,
Takin’ a girl from the crowded throng,
Pickin’ a spot where the grass is long,
Sixty-three, holdin’ she,
A rollickin’ frolickin’ man.
3. I wash the kid, wash the kid,
Spongin’ an’ swillin’ his hi-diddle-diddle,
And dabbin’ the powder all over his middle.
He laughs; he chaffs.
He chuckles the same as me,
Bangin’ ’is drum, bitin’ ’is toes,
Suckin’ his thumb, tearin’ his clothes,
Poor little lamb, face full of jam,
Tellin’ his mother how clever I am.
Fruity an’ ripe at sixty-three!
I’ve a fashion with crepe-de-chines.
Show me a skirt an’ I’m full of beans.
I’m a lad, yes, begad!
Warmer than North Sudan,
Good on the end of a sofa seat,
Down a dark alley I’m hard to beat.
A laughable affable man.
4. The baby boy, baby boy,
Tickle me back like a steeplejack jockey
And rides a cock horse till I’m weary an’ rocky.
I spread his bed
And tuck ’im in nice an’ warm.
Slumberin’ deep, poor little mite,
While he’s asleep, daddy all right,
Spreadin’ me feet down the main street,
Winkin’ at all the young women I meet.
Up to me tricks at sixty-three.
With the women I’m always right,
Makin’ ’em giggle with sheer delight.
I’m the cheese with the wheeze,
Sally or Mary Ann,
Juicy an’ mellow, an’ don’t forget,
There’s plenty of corn in Egypt yet.
Sixty-three, oh, whoopee!
A wonderful marvelous man.
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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: I'm a Daddy at 63 (Charlie Higgins)|
Date: 29 Nov 18 - 02:24 PM
Thanks, Jim. It's nice to see a song on a new topic.