Papa’s In Bed With His Britches On – Cab Calloway

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
He tried to take up all the liquor and it 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 mornin’ ’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-a gin

Uncle, aunty, 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 mornin’ ’bout five o’clock
Father brought down the entire block
The folks across the hall put the key in the lock
When he fell 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