(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

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Writer(s): JESSE ALBERT STONE