[Gigg:]
You all know me,
I'm Mr. Punch, you see;
Observe the funny hump upon my back.
[Susan:]
And I'm his wife,
He leads me such a life,
My poor old head he often tries to crack.
[Gigg:]
You hit me first, you know,
but that is may be,
Because we disagreed about the baby.
[Susan:]
Still nearly ev'ry day
You take the stick away,
And beat me till I'm blue and black.
[Both:]
Whack! whack! silly old Punch and Judy!
Oh, mustn't they get knocked about and bruised a bit!
Though it's her fault first,
Yet she gets the worst,
For he seems to be such a nasty sort of brute.
Whack! whack! silly old Punch and Judy!
But after all, the children are amused a bit;
And they always shout,
When Punch pops about,
He'll speak with a squeak and a roo-ti-too-ti-toot!
[Gigg:]
And when I've done
With you, then one by one,
A lot of other friends of mine appear.
[Susan:]
It's such a shame,
You treat them all the same,
And knock them flat as anything, I fear.
[Gigg:]
Still, where on earth would our familiar show be
Without our little pet, the clever Toby?
[Susan:]
But when the doggie goes
And gets you by the nose,
Oh, how do you like that, my dear?
[Both:]
Whack! whack! silly old Punch and Judy!
Oh, mustn't they get knocked about and bruised a bit!
Though it's her fault first,
Yet she gets the worst,
For he seems to be such a nasty sort of brute.
Whack! whack! silly old Punch and Judy!
But after all, the children are amused a bit;
And they always shout,
When Punch pops about,
He'll speak with a squeak and a roo-ti-too-ti-toot!