A popular song from 1921
Words by Edward Laska and Neville Fleeson
Music by Albert Von Tilzer
The sheet music:
Accompaniment by Gerd Westendorp:
Lyrics
1. Out from the wild and wooly west
Not long ago there came
The son of “Big Chief Sitting Bull”
To seek for gold and fame
He laid his tom-a-hawk away
His bow and arrows too
And if you haven’t met him yet
You’ll know him when you do
CHORUS
“Great Big Heap Much Bull”
Oh! that’s his name
Shooting heap much bull
Oh, that’s his game
He will slap you on the back
Laugh at every joke you crack
When he says “Goodbye” your stack
Is minus twenty
“Great Big Heap Much Bull”
Oh! he’s some guy
Even while he sleeps he has to lie
Takes you out to dine, by heck
Then laughs himself out of the check
Smok-um ok-um, Shoot-um hokum
“Great Big Heap Much Bull”
2. “Heap Much Bull” wrote a letter back
To sister in the west
He said “The pickin’s easy here
I’ve everything the best”
So she closed up the wigwam
Stuck a feather in her hat
Put heap much war paint on her face
Now what d’you think of that?
CHORUS
“Great Big Heap Much Bull”
Oh! that’s her name
Down here on the fastest train she came
How that baby learned to vamp
At gold digging she’s a champ
She can make a millionaire a tramp
“Sweet Papa”
“Great Big Heap Much Bull”
Oh! she’s some queen
Fastest worker you have ever seen
She don’t scalp ’em, she’s too wise
She only picks bald-headed guys
Smok-um ok-um, Shoot-um hokum
“Great Big Heap Much Bull”
Sung by Vancha March: