The Power of Music

In the little room behind my shop

I refresh myself of an evening with my machine-that-sings.

Two songs has my machine-that-sings:

And these are‘ Hitchy Koo’ and‘ We do n't want to lose you.’

When, in the evening, a friend honours me with a visit,

I engage his ears with the air of‘ Hitchy Koo’;

But when I am afflicted with a visit

From those who fill me with a spirit of no-satisfaction,

I command my machine-that-sings

To render the music of‘ We do n't want to lose you.’

The noise that at this moment greets the ear

Of the elegant visitor to this despicable hovel

Is the incomparable music of‘ Hitchy Koo’;

And the price of this person's tea, mister,

Is but a paltry six shillings the pound.