A popular song from 1914.
Words by Grant Clarke and J. Brandon Walsh.
Music by Abe Olman.
The sheet music:
Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:
Lyrics
1. Willie Brown came sailing into town
He met a little girl named Rosie
She was poor, yes awfully, awfully poor
Still he said, you’re queenly to be sure
I’ve a mind to fit you up a place
With everything so nice and cozy
In your home there will be a telephone
You know they’re awfully handy Rosie
CHORUS
When you’re hungry, phone the grocer
and the butcher and the baker, too
And when you’re feeling kind of blue
All you have to do is telephone the doctor
If some burglar gets familiar
Phone a Burn’s detective agency
But whenever you feel as tho you want some love
Just telephone for me
2. Rosie she was simple as could be
But very fond of telephoning
People say, that when the cat’s away
Little mice will then come out and play
Bill came ’round to pay each little bill
And see that everything was cozy
One bill read eleven tons of ice
Now Bill don’t telephone to Rosie