Helen O'Connell — The Bad Humor Man lyrics

Lyrics

«Well, what is is then?».
«It's the bad humor man, that’s me, get outa here!».
«You're sure this isn’t John Silver?».
«No, it’s not John Silver, get outa here!».
«well I don’t know, it sure sounds like John Silver to me!».
«Tingaling, tingaling, tingaling!»,
It’s the bad humor man!
«Tingaling, tingaling, tingaling!»,
With a frown on his pan!
Oh, he hates his job and he hates his beat,
He hates everyone in the street!
«Tingaling, tingaling, tingaling!»,
And he goes on his way;
With his wagon rumbling,
He keeps grumbling,
«Gee, it’s a nasty day!».
«Tingaling, tingaling, tingaling!»,
It’s the bad humor man!
«Tingaling, tingaling, tingaling!»,
With a frown on his pan!
He’s a gloomy Gus and a grouch on wheels,
He’s one of America’s foremost heels!
So he sings «Tingaling, tingaling!»,
And he goes on his way;
With his wagon rumbling,
He keeps grumbling,
«Gee, it’s a nasty day!».