Текст песни
Beatrice she got a phonograph
And it won't say a lonesome word
Beatrice she got a phonograph
But it won't say a lonesome word
What evil have I done
What evil has the poor girl heard
Beatrice I love my phonograph
But I have broke my winding chain
Beatrice I love my phonograph
But I have broke my winding chain
And you've taken my loving
And given it to your other man
Now we've played it on the sofa
Played it side the wall
My needles have got rusty
They will not play at all
Played it on the sofa
And we played it side the wall
But my needles have got rusty
And will not play at all
Beatrice now I'm going crazy
Maybe I will lose my mind
And I'm going crazy
Maybe I will lose my mind
Won't you bring your clothes back home
And try me one more time
You've got a phonograph
And it won't say a lonesome word