Some years ago my husband came across a great old 78 record with lyrics:
"Who put the benzedrine in Mrs. Murphy's Ovalatine?"
Wish I could remember the rest of it - a real hoot.
recorded by Henry "The Hipster" Gibson, 1944
Mrs. Murphy couldn't sleep,
Her nerves were slightly off the beat,
Until she solved her problem,
With a can of Ovaltine.
She drank a cup full most every night
And oooh, how she would dream,
Until something rough got in the stuff,
And made her neighbors scream...
"Oh! Who put the benzedrine
In Mrs. Murphy's Ovaltine?"
Sure is a shame, don't know whose to blame
Cause the old lady didn't even get his name.
Where did she get that that stuff,
Now she just can't get enough
It might have been the man who wasn't bad
Not Jack, that guy's a square.
She never ever wants to go to sleep.
She said that everthing is solid all reet.
Now Mr. Murphy don't know what its all about
So she went and threw the old man out. Clout.
You can hear it here
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