It´s not cricket to picket not cricket Oh, no it´s just not coming for to picket You haven´t any right you know
You´re acting in great haste Just think of the predicament In which your boss is placed And entre-nous I think It´s an exceedingly bad taste Not cricket to picket not cricket It´s not cricket to picket not cricket Atrocious and gauche you know to picket Go home and starve like gentlemen Not like a noisy brood Real ladies never make a fuss Though they like clothes and food And money´s never talked about For that would be quite rude Not cricket to picket not cricket It´s not picket to cricket not picket Uncultured and unmannerly to picket You know you´re misbehaving now
You mustn´t lose your mind You´re being so inelegant And frankly quite unkind Excuse my indiscretion But you´re older than refined Not picket to cricket not picket It ain´t ticket to stick it not picket Now offer some Get each man there a cricket Oh, dear, where is your decency No Vanderbilts or Asters Would ask in such a vulgar way Be fitting only dexters I beg you get the hell away You lousy bunch of... What do you mean disturbing the peace? Come with you often Oh, you see, you´re brushing my mink
Get your hands off, kid! You don´t seem to know who I am Or whom I know Listen, I´m an intimate friend of Jimmy Walker You won´t get me in the...