Toot Your Horn Kid You're In a Fog
Words by Jos. Mittenthal
Music by Joseph M. Daly
Published 1910

[verse 1]
Sunday when Obadiah wonder'd what to do
He called up a friend of his named Mary Drew,
He said as she was sitting by his side,
My love I've tried to hide,
But you're the girl I'm looking after,
Soon when he said "Good night my little heart's desire"
He thought he surely had her little heart on fire
But when 'twas time to say good night to Obadiah
She looked at him and said.

[chorus]
Toot your horn kid you're in a fog, you're in a fog,
Yes you're in a fog,
Take it from me you're drifting to sea.
I don't think 'twould be so sunny living just on love and honey
Pinch yourself hard kid, come back to life
Wake yourself up, then look for a wife,
Hope is not gone so toot your horn you're in a fog.

[verse 2]
Time passed and little Mary moved away from there
Folks said that Obadiah didn't seem to care,
But soon he made the country people talk,
He wandered to New York,
And called to see his Uncle Henry,
He found a little lady who was there to dine,
Sure thing 'twas Mary Drew and she was looking fine
"By George" said Obadiah, "She's a friend of mine."
But little Mary said.

[repeat chorus]