Papa's in Bed with His Britches On

(Send for the doctor and hurry quick) ('Cause papa's in the bed, room seventy-six) (Don't tell the neighbors what it's all about) (You've got to think of all the liquor that knocked him out) Mama, mama Hurry, mama, hurry Oh, papa's in bed with his britches on, papa's in bed with his britches on Sister, brother, run and tell poor mother Oh, papa's in bed with his britches on, papa's in bed with his britches on Late this morning, 'bout half-past ten Old pops come falling in Lipstick on his cheek and a knot on his chin No hat, no shoes but a belly full of gin Uncle, auntie, he's still got on his hauntie Oh, papa's in bed with his britches on, papa's in bed with his britches on Late this morning 'bout five o'clock Father brought down the entire block The folks across the hall put the key in the lock When he sailed in the door he was beat to his socks Oh, papa's in bed with his britches on, papa's in bed with his britches on