They Always Pick On Me
Music by Harry Von Tilzer
Words by Stanley Murphy
Published 1911 by Harry Von Tilzer Music Pub. Co.
When I was born my Pa and ma
They looked at me and said oh pshaw,
The doctor said It's a girl I think
And Pa went out and got a drink,
Then Ma said I looked just like Pa
and Pa said I took after Ma,
Aunt Jane said I looked like a quince,
And I've been a step child ever since.
They always, always pick on me
They never, never let me be
I'm so very lonesome, awfully sad
It's a long time since I've been glad,
But,I know what I'll do bye and bye,
I'll eat some worms and then I'll die,
And when I'm gone you wait and see,
They'll all be sorry that they picked on me.
My Ma put me to bed and said
The Angels watched me in the bed,
They wouldn't let things frighten me,
Then the Angels started biting me;
When my Ma sends me to the store,
I lose the change then she gets sore,
I lost my cat and my bow-wow,
I think I'm losing something now.
One morning just at four oclock
Somebody tried to pick our lock
I knew t'was papa sure as sin
And opened the door and let him in,
My Ma said what time is it Pa,
It's twelve oclock my Pa told Ma,
Just then the Cuckoo Cuckooed four
and Pa made me Cuckoo eight times more.