Keep on the sunny side, always on the sunny side
Keep on the sunny side of life
It will help us on our way, it will brighten all our days
If we keep on the sunny side of life
There's a hotel in this town of dubious renown
Where they serve the hash up on the second floor
There's a graveyard in the cellar, doctor's office in the parlor
And the undertaker's got his shop next door
I'm a boarder and I dwell in that second class hotel
And the way they run their business isn't fair
'Cause I'm stuck here on my bunk and I cannot get my trunk
And the rent I owe would break a millionaire
Touch me not is on the teacups, skeleton crossbones on the plates
Warning, poison's on the menu every day
Oh, the biscuits they are named and I'm going to have them framed
At that awful hungry hash house where I stay
Oh, the doughnuts, they are wooden and we have Limburger puddin'
We kneel in prayer before we go to grub
If you chance to get a breeze of that hambalonia cheese
You'd have swore somebody'd hit you with a club
The sausage they are marked, if you touch them they will bark
They are relics sent from Bingen on the Rhine
And the boarders have the croup from drinking frozen soup
At that awful hungry hash house where I dine
Keep on the sunny side of life
It will help us on our way, it will brighten all our days
If we keep on the sunny side of life
There's a hotel in this town of dubious renown
Where they serve the hash up on the second floor
There's a graveyard in the cellar, doctor's office in the parlor
And the undertaker's got his shop next door
I'm a boarder and I dwell in that second class hotel
And the way they run their business isn't fair
'Cause I'm stuck here on my bunk and I cannot get my trunk
And the rent I owe would break a millionaire
Touch me not is on the teacups, skeleton crossbones on the plates
Warning, poison's on the menu every day
Oh, the biscuits they are named and I'm going to have them framed
At that awful hungry hash house where I stay
Oh, the doughnuts, they are wooden and we have Limburger puddin'
We kneel in prayer before we go to grub
If you chance to get a breeze of that hambalonia cheese
You'd have swore somebody'd hit you with a club
The sausage they are marked, if you touch them they will bark
They are relics sent from Bingen on the Rhine
And the boarders have the croup from drinking frozen soup
At that awful hungry hash house where I dine
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