1. We've got a bus'ness down our street.
It's a little biz that cannot be beat.
We keep a-buying up the bones and the rags,
Tatters and rags and worn-out bags.
Ev'rybody said it is a rag-a-time-a-ragshop, not quite right, too!
Oh my! What a splendid business we do, do, do!

CHORUS: Rags! Rags! My big sister Trixie,
When she's in the rag shop, she fancies she's in Dixie.
I've got a fiddle and I diddle-diddle-diddle to her all day long, you see.
She keeps a-weighing up rags and the bones to the ragtime melody.

2. Fat Mrs. Green and fat old Jones
To our little shop keep a-bringing their bones.
We keep putting in the vacant spot
Bottles and pots and odd-job lots.
Father he's so bony, he's like a little scarecrow, thin and pale.
Mother is a mistake, she put him in the pond, the scale.

CHORUS: Rags! Rags! My big sister Trixie,
When she's in the rag shop, she fancies she's in Dixie.
I've got a fiddle and I diddle-diddle-diddle to her all day long, you see.
She keeps a-weighing up rags and the bones to the ragtime melody.

3. In that little rag shop night and noon,
While they do the biz, I'm playing a tune.
Mother keeps buying up stray cravats,
Collars and hats from shops? and flats,
And while father's buying up a super rabbit, I despair,
Playing while my father's customers all shout, dear dear

Chorus

CHORUS: Rags! Rags! My big sister Trixie,
When she's in the rag-ged shop, she fancies she's in Dixie.
I've got a fiddle and I diddle-diddle-diddle to her all day long, you see.
She keeps a-weighing up rags and the bones to the ragtime melody.

CHORUS: Rags! Rags! My big sister Trixie,
When she's in the rag shop, she fancies she's in Dixie.
I've got a fiddle and I diddle-diddle-diddle to her all day long, you see.
She keeps a-weighing up rags and the bones to the ragtime melody.