A popular song from 1915.
Words by Ballard MacDonald.
Music by Harry Carroll.
The sheet music:
Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:
Lyrics
1. If you’re tired of this life,
If you’re lonely with one wife,
Take my little tip, take your little grip
Take a little trip to India far away,
Down to Bom-Bombay
Chorus:
Down in Bom-Bombay,
Where the palm trees sway,
Where you clap your hands,
Then you give commands
To those Indian bands
To play a little tom-tom (hear ‘em)
There the girlies sway,
In that Oriental way,
Ev’ry cat has got nine lives,
Ev’ry man has got nine wives,
Down in Bom-Bombay
2. There the tropic breezes blow,
There the waw-waw bushes grow,
Where the girls are nice,
They eat curried rice,
Full of red hot spice in India far away,
Down in Bom-Bombay
Chorus:
Down in Bom-Bombay,
Where the palm trees sway,
Where you clap your hands,
Then you give commands
To those Indian bands
To play a little tom-tom (hear ‘em)
There the girlies sway,
In that Oriental way,
Where you lead the simple life,
Ev’ry day a diff’rent wife,
Down in Bom-Bombay.