Mother Brown
With proper la -dee -da,
until they rolled the carpet up and shouted,
Now then, Ma, oh, knees up, Mother Brown,
knees up, Mother Brown,
Come along, dearie, let it go,
e -i -e -i -e -i -o,
It's your blooming birthday,
let's wake up all the town,
So knees up, knees up,
don't get a breeze up,
knees up, Mother Brown.
Our dear old cousin Reggie
came with his Sunday best,
A swallow coat and nice tight pants
and gaily checkered vest
He split his trousers midway
and then we heard him shout
Though I would love to have this dance,
I guess I'll sit it out
Oh!
Knees up, Mother Brown!
Knees up, Mother Brown!
Come along, dearie, let it go
E -I -E -I -E -I -O
It's your blooming birthday,
let's wake up all the town
So knees up, knees up,
don't get a breeze up
Knees up, Mother Brown!
And frat old Uncle Henry
thought he had lots of pep
He sashayed up to Mother Brown
and tried a fancy step
She kicked up high and mighty,
knocked out his upper teeth
And now you ought to
hear him whistle
through the wads beneath
Oh, knees up Mother Brown,
knees up Mother Brown
Come along dearie, let it go,
ee -i -ee -i -ee -i -o
It's your blooming birthday,
let's wake up all the town
So knees up, knees up,
don't get a breeze up,
knees up, Mother Brown!