Mister Whitney's Little Jitney Bus
Lyric by A. Seymour Brown
Music by Clarence Gaskill
Published 1915

[verse 1]
Mister Hiram Whitney he was feeling very sad,
His business was so bad,
He lost near all he had.
He used to save the coupons that cigar stores give away,
And that was all that he had left upon the fatal day.
He gathered all the coupons and he tied them with a cord.
He took them down, and turned them in and got himself a "Ford."

[chorus 1]
Mister Whitney's little Jitney Bus,
Ran around, all around, all around,
He would take you anywhere in town,
Up or down, up or down, up or down.
He'd have a mob aboard his funny little "Ford,"
The kids instead of buying pickles,
used to give him all their nickels.
Mister Whitney's little Jitney Bus,
Made a fuss, made a fuss, made a fuss.
How the street car owners used to "cuss" that bus.
His fuel he used was very queer,
He ran the car on "Ehret's" beer, oh!
Mister Whitney's little Jitney Bus.

[verse 2]
Mister Whitney always used to treat his Jitney right,
He'd clean it ev'ry night
And have it polished bright.
One night he took it all apart to clean it out inside,
And then he couldn't make it go, no matter how he tried.
He said, "I wonder what can be the matter with this hack?
And then, he found that he forgot to put the engine back.

[chorus 2]
Mister Whitney's little Jitney Bus,
Ran around, all around, all around,
He would take you anywhere in town,
Up or down, up or down, up or down.
He'd have a mob aboard his funny little "Ford,"
The kids instead of buying pickles,
used to give him all their nickels.
Mister Whitney's little Jitney Bus,
Made a fuss, made a fuss, made a fuss.
How the street car owners used to "cuss" that bus.
His engine was in perfect tune,
The car would stop at each saloon, oh!
Mister Whitney's little Jitney Bus.