[1st verse:]

Once a vocal teacher

Said to Mabel Beecher

"I think your singing voice is very canary!

It needs cultivation

For a demonstration

I'll charge you 'Ten' to cultivate it"

She paid it

Twice a week Miss Mabel scrapes the money up somehow

Twice a week he teaches her to vocalize and now



[chorus:]

All day long she's singing

"Tra, la, la, la! Tra, la, la, la!"

When her voice starts ringing

"Tra, la, la, la! Tra, la, la, la!"

All the neighbors get together and cry

"It's most unbearable, terrible!

Why do they let her suffer?"

Ev'rybody hollers "Tie a can-o to her Soprano!"

All her aunts and uncles when they heard her

Holler'd "Murder!"

Ev'ry day a neighbor moves away

From her "Tra, la, la, la! Tra, la, la, la!

Tra, la, la, la, la!"



[2nd verse:]

Landlord sent a "Cable"

Saying "Dear Miss Mabel

Your voice is good for breaking leases to pieces

My advice, Miss Beecher

Is give up your teacher

Your singing voice needs no improving"

They're moving!

June, July and August finds her relatives in tears

Just because they must go 'round with earmuffs on their ears