The Mudcat Café TM
Thread #135916   Message #3100752
Posted By: Jim Dixon
22-Feb-11 - 07:55 PM
Thread Name: Lyr Req: It's Cold Without Your Trousers (Champion
You can hear this song at YouTube. As usual, I would appreciate any help in correcting errors or filling in gaps in my transcription:

As sung by Harry Champion

1. My old girl she's hard to please.
All through her I'm wearing these.
She took away my trousers and kids me that I'm Scotch.
Ev'ry time as I walk out, it fair gives me the spur,
And when the wind begins to blow, I always say to her:

CHORUS: "It's cold without your trousers.
I feel cold without my trousers.
I'm so plush(?) I'm like the Scotch they sell in public houses.
I never wore a kilt before.
Up above it's warm, I'm sure.
Down in the bottom, oh dear, oh lor!
Cold without your trousers."

2. One night I got fairly tight,
Set out on the kerb all night.
A p'liceman quickly run me in to some fishmonger's shop.
Said he ... will bring you round, I think.
He set me on a block of ice. I shouted .... CHORUS.

3. Last Christmas time a pal of mine
Said, "I've been ....
Come with me, old fellow, and let us climb the Alps."
I said, "Once to the mountain top you want to make me climb.
It might be nice in summer, oh, but in the wintertime—CHORUS.

4. Last night I had such a fright,
Found the house was all alight,
Heard the engines pumping as I stood on the roof.
With all the girls down below fairly made me blush.
I shouted when the firemen squirted on my whitewash brush*—CHORUS.

[* I suppose "whitewash brush" refers to the sporran. Any other ideas?]