This song was found at Parlor Songs. They also have a midi file, and you can display and "play" the sheet music if you have the Sibelius Scorch plug-in installed.


DOWN IN BOM-BOMBAY
Words by Ballard MacDonald. Music by Harry Carroll.
Shapiro, Bernstein & Co., Inc., 1915.

1. If you're tired of this life,
If you're lonely with one wife,
Take my little tip:
Take your little grip.
Take a little trip
To India far away,
Down to Bom-Bombay.

CHORUS 1: Down in Bom-Bombay,
Where the palm trees sway,
Where you clap your hands,
Then you give commands,
To those Indian bands
To play a little tom-tom—
There the girlies sway
In that oriental way.
E'vry cat has got nine lives.
Ev'ry man has got nine wives,
Down in Bom-Bombay.

2. There the tropic breezes blow.
There the waw-waw bushes grow,
Where the girls are nice.
They eat curried rice
Full of red-hot spice
In india far away,
Down in Bom-Bombay.

CHORUS 2: Down in Bom-Bombay,
Where the palm trees sway,
Where you clap your hands,
Then you give commands,
To those Indian bands
To play a little tom-tom—
There the girlies sway
In that oriental way,
Where you lead the simple life,
Ev'ry day a diff'rent wife,
Down in Bom-Bombay.