Ginger, You’re Balmy

GINGER, YOU'RE BALMY
from "Music Hall Memories No 2"

I’m always in the fashion, I’m a noted chap for that
So lately I’ve been walking about the streets without a hat
I do without a cady and it saves me half a quid
I’m like a blooming saucepan on the fire without a lid
I go you know strolling round the town
And wag my little cane about
Girls they all say “Old Ginger’s on the mash”
Then dig me in the ribs and loudly shout


“Don’t walk about without your cady on, Ginger you’re balmy!
Get your hair cut” they all begin to cry
“With nothing on your napper, oh, you are a pie
Pies must have a little bit of crust
Why don’t you join the army?
If you want to look a don you want a bit of something on
Ginger you’re balmy

One day I went into the Zoo with such a smiling face
But oh! there was a hullabaloo when I got in the place
The keeper started chasing me, though I was in a rage
They put a chain around my neck and bunged me in a cage
I cried, “I’m not a monkey, on my word”
Then I had to buy them all some beer
When they let me out they told me this
“If you want to keep away from here”

My missus took me in a pub, the guv’nor, Mister Hogg
He stroked my head, then gave me a cake, he took me for a dog
A p’liceman stopped the traffic, shouted out with all his might
“Look out! here comes the North Pole with the top part all alight”
My wife said, “Your napper’s like a sieve
It’s full of little holes I bet
When it rains ’twill let the water in
And then your feet will both of ’em get wet”