A popular song from 1912.
Words by Will D. Cobb.
Music by Gus Edwards.
The sheet music:
Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:
Lyrics
1. I’ve got a heart inside of me
A hammer couldn’t dent
And I’m a stranger to that stuff
That folks call sentiment
But when I pipes some poor young kids
Whose dad’s a millionaire
I chokes with indignation
I’m so sorry, on the square
Chorus:
Gee! it must be tough to be a rich man’s kid
I bet there’s lots wot wishes they wuz me
A pickin’ out a poor dad’s
‘Bout the best thing that I did
I wouldn’t change him for no Carnegie
I know a kid what has to have his face washed every day
And twiced on Sunday, talk of cruelty
I ain’t tellin’ you no lies
They can’t even make mud pies
Poor rich kids, they has my symperfee
2. I know a pretty mama’s boy
Wot ortermobiles by
He never hung out with a gang
Nor owned a real black eye
He wears his Sunday clothes to school
And cross my heart, it’s true
He has to have a nurse
To shoot his marbles for him, too