John Wilie's Ragtime Band

I'm a full band now.

Talk about your ragtime brass-band,
Your cigar-band,
And your 'att-band,
We've got a band that's over this way,
It's a band down our way.

Talk about your ragtime trombone,
And your wish-bone,
And your fish-bone,
When you've all done playin' you can 'old your breath,
We've got all the other fella's skinned t'death,
'Cos I skinned them all myself.

Oh, oh, John Willie's ragtime band,
Oh, oh, John Willie's ragtime band,
'Ear us, when we play on Wigan Pier,
Mill-girls flock around and give a cheer,
And the colliers, all shout "by gum,
'Ear, 'ear,
Itchycoo,
Itchycoo,
Itchycoo!"

We dress just like the 'orse guards blue,
We've won gold cups, and saucers, too!
In Bury, now, they do it grand,
They 'opp 'round with black puddin's in their 'ands,
When they hear John Willie's ragtime band,
Baby, dear, listen 'ear, ZIM!

Oh, oh, John Willie's ragtime band,
When we play, all the people faint away.
Oh, oh, John Willie's ragtime band,
What a mob, when we're out up on the job,
'Ear us, when we play on Wigan Pier,
Mill-girls flock around and give a cheer,
And the colliers, all shout "by gum,
'Ear, 'ear,
Mine's a beer,
Mine's a beer,
Mine's a beer!"

We dress just like the 'orse guards blue,
Swagger tops and a pair of Nabbage clogs,
We've won gold cups, and saucers, too,
No mistake, we're the lads to take the cake!
In Bolton, now, the know a lot,
With a cowheel in their 'ands, they can to the Turkey Trot,
When they hear John Willie's ragtime band!