A Familu Club Lyric

A Family Club Lyric
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At a Family club jinks last
week Larry Harris made his bow
as a lyric writer Nothing preten
tious did Larry serve up for the
edification of his club pals, but in
his jingles he gave expression to
a sentiment that set the audience
on fire Jack Noyes did the sing
ing, and to the tune of “On the
Road to Mandelay” these are the
words with which he excited his
hearers to hysterical applause:
Put me somewhere west of East
street, where there’s nothing left but dust,
Where the lads are
all a hustlin’ and where everything’s gone bust,
Where the buildings that are
standin’ sort of blink and blind- ly stare
At the darndest finest ruins ever gazed on anywhere:
Bully ruins-bricks and wall- through
the night I’ve heard you eall
Sort of sorry for each other eause
you had to burn and fall: From the
ferries to Van Ness you’re a God
forsaken mess,
But the darndest finest ruins
nothing more and nothing less

The strangers who come rubb’rin
and a huntin’ souvenirs,
The fools they try to tell us will take a million years
Before we can get started, to why don’t we come to live
And build our homes and fae torles upon land they’ve got to give
“Got to give,” why, on my soul,
I would rather hore a hole
And live right in the ashes than even move to Oakland’s male,
If they’d all give me my pick of their bulldings proud and allek
In the darndest finest ruins st I’d rather be a brick-Town Talk