Lyrics
When once you leave your native heath,
Your fireside, your home,
You sail away to foreign parts
And o'er the sea you roam,
There's one thing very quickly strikes
Your all-observant mind--
Your hand is in your pocket and
You'll very surely find--It's
Bakshish, Bakshish ev'rywhere,
Wherever you may go,
In England, Ireland, Scotland or
Out here in grand Cairo,
America, or Africa,
Just travel where you please,
In Europe or the Antip-tip-tip,
Antip-tipodes.