Not Cricket to Picket Lyrics

It's not cricket to picket, not cricket Oh, no it's just not coming for to picket You haven't any right you know, you're acting in great haste
Just think of the predicament in which your boss is placed And entrenous I think, it's an exceedingly bad taste Not cricket to picket, not cricket
It's not cricket to picket, not cricket Atrocious and gauche you know, to picket Go home and starve like gentlemen, not like a noisy brood
Real ladies never make a fuss, though they like clothes and food And money's never talked about, for that would be quite rude Not cricket to picket not cricket
It's not picket to cricket, not picket Uncultured and unmannerly to picket You know you're misbehaving now, you mus'nt lose your mind
You're being so inelegant and frankly quite unkind Excuse my indiscretion, but you're older than refined Not picket to cricket not picket
It ain't ticket to stick it, not picket Now offer some, get each man there a cricket Oh dear, where is your decency, no Vanderbilts or Asters Would ask in such a vulgar way, be fitting only dexters I beg you get the hell away, you lousy bunch of
What do you mean disturbing the peace? Come with you often, oh, you see, you're brushing my mink Get your hands off, kid, you don't seem to know Who I am, or whom I know Listen, I'm an intimate friend of Jimmy Walker You won't get me in the [Incomprehensible]