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Well, I live by myself on this small piece of land,
Down by the side of the sea;
All I cares about nobody and I suppose,
There's nobody cares about me.
I was greatly impressed, all my thoughts were distressed,
By a fair girl who livess in this town;
She cries out every day as I'm passing her way,
"Do you want your old lobby washed down?"
Do you want your old lobby washed down?
Do you want your old lobby washed down?
She cries out every day as I'm passing her way,
"Do you want your old lobby washed down?"
Well, the landlord came in the other day for his rent,
I told him no money I had;
I told him the rent was too much for to pay,
That the times they were so very bad.
Well, he wasn't content, he demanded his rent,
And he scratched his bald head with a frown;
Says he: "I'll take half", and says I with a laugh,
"Do you want your old lobby washed down?"
Do you want your old lobby washed down?
Do you want your old lobby washed down?
Says he: "I'll take half", and says I with a laugh,
"Do you want your old lobby washed down?"
Some boys they are bashful when they go to court,
I think they are awfully shy;
To embrace a fair maiden they're too much afraid,
But they would if they could on the sly.
Now, as for myself, I can go anywhere,
I don't give a hang or a frown;
For when I go to court, they say, "Here comes a sport,
Do you want your old lobby washed down?"
Do you want your old lobby washed down?
Do you want your old lobby washed down?
For when I go to court, they say, "Here comes a sport,
Do you want your old lobby washed down?"
Ah, when I go to court, they say, "Here comes a sport,
Do you want your old lobby washed down?"
Some people ask me a about Brendan Shine,
And how he got hold of this song;
Time it was told and the truth I'll unfold,
Believe me it won't take me long.
'Twas over in England in some old hotel,
To me boudoir, bold Brendan came down;
I like when you sing, Jim,' sez he with a grin,
"Do you want your old lobby washed down?"
