DOWN IN BOM-BOMBAY

DOWN IN BOM-BOMBAY
DOWN IN BOM-BOMBAY
Song
Harry Carroll
Ballard MacDonald
Alice Moss
Shapiro, Bernstein & Co., New York
Dunk, NY

The “waw-waw” is a West Indian tropical bush.

If you’re tired of this life,
If you’re lonely with one wife,
Take my little tip,
Take your little grip,
Take a little trip to Inida far away,
Down to Bom-Bombay.

CHORUS:
Down in Bom-Bombay
Where the palm trees sway,
Where you clap your hands,
Then you give commands
To those Indian bands to play a little tom-tom (hear ’em)
There the girlies sway,
In that Oriental way,
Ev’ry cat has got nine lives,
Ev’ry man has got nine wives,
Where you lead the simple life,
Ev’ry day a diff’rent wife,
Down in Bom-Bombay.

There the tropic breezes blow,
There the waw-waw bushes grow,
Where the girls are nice,
They eat curried rice,
Full of red-hot spice in India far away,
Down to Bom-Bombay.

DOWN IN BOM-BOMBAY