I can't help with the chords, but it looks like the lyrics haven't been posted here before, so maybe this will help:


WHO PUT THE BENZEDRINE IN MRS. MURPHY'S OVALTINE?
As sung by Harry "The Hipster" Gibson, Musicraft 346-B, (1946)

Mrs. Murphy couldn't sleep.
Her nerves were slightly off the beat
Until she solved her problem with a can of Ovaltine.
She drank a cupful 'most ev'ry night,
And, ooh! how she would dream,
Until somethin' rough got in the stuff,
And made her neighbors scream:
Ow!

Who put the Benzedrine in Mrs. Murphy's Ovaltine?
Sure was a shame; don't know who's to blame,
'Cause the old lady didn't even get his name.
Where did she get that stuff?
Now she just can't get enough.
It might 'a' been the man who wasn't there.
Now, Jack, that guy's a square.

She never ever wants to go to sleep.
She say that ev'rything is solid, all reet.
Now mister Murphy don't know what it's all about
'Cause she went and threw the old man out.
Clout!

Who put the Benzedrine in Mrs. Murphy's Ovaltine?
Now she wants to swing the highland fling,
Says the Benzedrine's the thing that makes her spring.

SPOKEN: (Ah, spring it now, Gibson. Mm-hm.
This is the second chorus, you know.
Name o' this chorus is called:
"Who Put the Nembutals in Mister Murphy's Overalls?"—
I don't know.)

She bought a can of Ovaltine 'most ev'ry week or so
And she always kept an extra can on hand just in case that she'd run low
She never, never been so happy since she left old Ireland
Till someone prowled her pantry, sure, and tampered with her can.
Wham!

Who put the Benzedrine in Mrs. Murphy's Ovaltine?
Sure was a shame; don't know who's to blame,
'Cause the old lady didn't even get his name.
Where did she get that stuff?
Now she just can't get enough.
It might 'a' been the man who wasn't there.
Now, Jack, that guy's a square.

She stays up nights makin' all the rounds.
They say she lost about sixty-nine pounds.
Now Mister Murphy claims she's gettin' awful thin,
And all she says: "Give me some skin."
Mop!

Who put the Benzedrine in Mrs. Murphy's Ovaltine?
Now she wants to swing the highland fling.
She says the Benzedrine's the thing that makes her spring.

(Ah, spring it now, Gibby.)