A popular song from 1918.
Words by Ole Olsen.
Music by Isham Jones.
The sheet music:
Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:
Lyrics
1. In a big, downtown hotel
I works hard all day
I hops around from morn ’till night
And surely earns my pay
I have my ups, my ups and downs
Just like the elevator man
I calls for Smith and I calls for Jones
But there’s one call I can’t stand
CHORUS
Call for Mister Brown, Mister Brown
Mister Brown, Mister Brown
Up those stairs and down
Up and down, up and down, up and down
I looks down in the barber shop
I peeks in at the bar
I runs all over this here place
I wonder where he are
Call for Mister Brown
Mister Brown, Mister Brown
That man can’t be found
Never round, never round, never round
I calls until my throat is sore
And then I calls for him some more
Mister Brown! Mister Brown!
I got a call for Mister Brown
2. Seems as if I get more calls
For this Mister Brown
Than for any other man
That ever struck this town
I sits me on a bench to rest
When my feets getting kind of tired
And just about that time they want
Mister Brown upon the wire