Mrs Murphy's Chowder

Won't ya bring back, won't ya bring back
Mrs. Murphy's chowder.
It was tuneful. Every spoonful
Made ya yodel louder!
After dinner Uncle Ben
Used to fill his fountain pen
From a plate of Mrs. Murphy's chowder.

CHORUS:
There was ice cream, cold cream, benzine, gasoline,
Soup greens, string beans floating all around.
Sponge cake, beef steak, mistake, stomach ache,
Cream puffs, ear muffs, many to be found.
Silk hats, door mats, bed slats, Democrats,
Cow bells, door bells beckon you to dine.
Meat balls, fish balls, moth balls, cannon balls,
Come on in, the chowder's fine.

2) Won't ya bring back, won't ya bring back
Mrs. Murphy's chowder.
From each helping you'll be yelping
For an Alka-seltzer
If they had some where you are
You might find a trolley car
In a plate of Mrs. Murphy's chowder.
(CHORUS)

3) Won't ya bring back, won't ya bring back
Mrs. Murphy's chowder.
You can pack it. You can stack it
All around the larder.
My old horse died the other day.
He disappeared right away
In a plate of Mrs. Murphy's chowder