The Ghost of the Violin (1913)

He's just taking me a quivering joke! Don't shoot, don't shoot, don't shoot! I can't help it all with a roundie line. Have a moment to play, play, play, play, play! He's here! He's there! He's here! Hey, here!

Here goes to the violin With a moaning, with a groaning smile Lips, munch, every night when 12 was chime He's late in me time And makes a link from the sleep of a violin They'd whisper something long As the ghost would be little Go, go, go, go, go He's a dog of my only room

The girl who made a violin He's a lonely finger, I'll give a ring He's most just a queen of my dreams Don't, don't, don't, don't He's like a town who will around his eye Have a ball from glare He's trying, he's trying, he's trying He's trying, he's trying, he's trying He's everywhere He's here, he's everywhere

Hey, hey, keep away from the guts of the violin.