Say Johnnie Hones, you’d like to be my beau
But you act too mean; I saw to big red apples on the desk
Now don’t you lie, I seen!
I saw you pass the apple core along, and each one took a bite I didn’t even get a tiny little seed,
Now that ain’t acting right!
Stingy kid, stingy kid,
You’re such a stingy kid!
You never divvy with me, you see.
Always make b’lieve that you don’t see me,
Stingy kid, stingy kid!
Your apples all you hid,
‘Cause you’re so stingy, stingy, Oh!
So stingy, Stingy kid!
I saw you share your pie with Annie Gray
She’s not nice like me;
She’s got a pug nose and her hair is red
She’s as ugly as can be. Why!
You’re so mean, you wouldn’t even smile, ‘cause Gee!
You’re mean, I know.
Say if you had a doughnut you’d even keep the hole
So you can’t be my beau!
Bryan, Alfred and Goldstein, Nat, "Stingy Kid" (1909). Historic Sheet Music Collection. 1468.
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