Song Of Fol-de-Rol

Oh, fol-de-rol-de-roodle,
Oh, roi-de-roi-de-too;
I bid you howdy doodle,
And howdy doodle-doo;
And if you doubt my honor,
Nor think am speaking true,
I'll cry, "Oh, fol-de-roodle,
And fol-de-rol-de-roo.

Oh, fol-de-rol-de-roodle,
And roi-de-roi-de-too;"
I have a little poodle
Whose tail is quite like Q;
And if you want that poodle,
Just come and say you do,
And I am sure he quickly
Will say: "I quite like you."

Oh, fol-de-rol-de-roodle,
And fol-de-rol-de-roo;
I have a little boodle,
And this is how it grew:
I learned to be a broker,
And got me notes, not due,
And I shaved them^___with my razor^___
And my boodle grew and grew.