Lyrics:

We've got a lodger, he's a funny old dodger
He's called Music Man
Last got the nanny goat with another fit
And I had a two-fake band
He starts to play at the break of day
And all through the middle of the night
And he gives us all he wants with his old bagpipes
And the old dog had a fight
With his high diddle diddle on the middle of his fiddle
And his fiddle to the fiddle all day
Root toot toot on the little teeny flute
He sits for hours and play, play, play, play
Home sweet home on a paper and a comb
And his wife goes and leaves him on his own
'Cause all night long he was singing his song
And a-winding up the gramophone
Oh, last Sunday night, well, talk about a sight
When around come all his crew
He played wag time, tea time, dinner time, supper time
And bedtime too
He's in so hot like a bim-bom-bo
And I'm sitting in the middle of the crack
I told him, "Me and my old girl in bed"
And he came through with a whack, chilly whack
High diddle diddle on the middle of his fiddle
And his fiddle to the fiddle all day
Root toot toot on the little teeny flute
He sits for hours and play, play, play, play
Home sweet home on a paper and a comb
And his wife goes and leaves him on his own
'Cause all night long he was singing his song
And a-winding up the gramophone
At the break of dawn, he blinds on his own
And doing as the cat grew up
I went down the last stairs, undressed
And I banged him on the ear with a prop
He said, "Oh, sport, I reckon you want to let me live rent-free"
I said, "Well, look out, take your old trombone
And saddle up and go and see"
With your high diddle diddle on the middle of his fiddle
And his fiddle to the fiddle all day
Root toot toot on the little teeny flute
He sits for hours and play, play, play, play
Home sweet home on a paper and a comb
And his wife goes and leaves him on his own
'Cause all night long he was singing his song
And a-winding up the gramophone, that's it!

Oh, you... What an ending!
You'd think we'd rehearsed that, wouldn't you?
The way we've done that, you'd think
We'd done it before, wouldn't you?
Wouldn't you have to call it, Albert?
What do you want, I'm a rocker? That's it