Stick In The Mud

a 1935 popular song
words and music by Frank Wine-gar, Buryl Retting, Jo Alden


The sheet music:


Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:


Lyrics

  1. Just a regular boy
    He’s my pride and my joy
    Not another kid can take his place
    Sticky hands and face
    He’s the champ of his pals
    He’s no chump with the gals
    But it’s after school that my days start
    Little pal of my heart
    (He’s just a)

Chorus
Stick in the mud, mother’s rosebud
Dumbbell at school but nobody’s fool
He’s just the sweetest blossom
In the backyard of ours
One roller skate, always home late
Supper is cold, then mother will scold
That little urchin
With his cut-over clothes of brown
The youngest in the fam’ly
We look for little from him
But he brings home the most love
When shades of night grow dim
Some day will come
They’ll take him from his babyhood
Maybe for good, but he will always be
A stick in the mud to me

  1. Not so good or so bad
    Pocket-size of his dad
    He can always reach the cookie jar
    From his kiddy car
    Just a breaker of toys
    Still a maker of joys
    But it’s when I tuck him in at night
    That I hug him so tight
    (He’s just my)

Sung here by Laurence Rubenstein: