A popular song from 1914
Words by Grant Clarke
Music by Maurice Abrahams
Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:
Lyrics
Talk of chicken chasers, well, the worst I’ve ever seen,
Is that old string bean, Mister Hiram Green.
Hiram likes the women and besides he’s such a flirt,
He goes crazy when he hears the rustle of a skirt.
Though he’s getting might old and suff’ring from the gout,
Hiram loves the chickens, and when wifey lets him out:
Chorus
All he does is follow them around, all around, all around.
How he loves to follow them around, all around, all around!
He hasn’t any hair,
Not a tooth is there,
Still, he thinks he’s just as nifty
As he was in eighteen-fifty.
How he loves to follow them around, all around, all around.
Where the pretty girls are found, he’s bound.
What else can the poor boob do?
Next birthday he’s eighty-two,
So, all he does is follow them around.
Verse 2
Hiram’s wife got angry and went straight to Justice Force,
Went to him, of course, to get her divorce.
She said “he keeps chasing ladies like a fresh young sport.
Judge, he’s chasing one right now, that’s why he’s not in court.”
Justice Force replied, “he hasn’t broken any laws.
You can’t get divorced from him the reason is because:”
Sung by Laurence Rubenstein: