[Dixielandjazz] Re: Hindustan

[david richoux]

All this talk about Hindustan reminded me that I had just heard a 
version of this somewhat related song by Scott Black and His Hot Horns 
- not very "PC" ... I found the lyrics on a George Formby website  
http://www.georgeformby.co.uk/lyrics/g_h.htm

Dave Richoux

HINDOO MAN

Over there in India a Hindoo resides smoking his hookah all day
  Opium and bits of rope and fag ends besides, a wise man from the East 
Whitechapel way.
  He's got a lovely palace on the beach
  He's the Hindoo, Howdoo, Hoodoo, Yoodoo man.
  He's got twelve bedrooms with eight wives in each,
  He's the Hindoo, Howdoo, Hoodoo, Yoodoo man.

He's got one wife who wears a veil, it covers half her face,
  From her nose right to her toes you’ll see nothing else but space.
  She’ll dance and waggle her "San Fairy Ann"
  For the Hindoo, Howdoo, Hoodoo, Yoodoo man.

He practices his magic in the Eastern bazaar
  Slave girls come under his spell
  When he puts on the fluence,
  They don't know where they are
  He does Indian tricks and dirty tricks as well.
  Now what he fancies always does him good
  He's the Hindoo, Howdoo, Hoodoo, Yoodoo man.

He lives on rice, roast beef and Yorkshire pud
  He's the Hindoo, Howdoo, Hoodoo, Yoodoo man.
  He wears a dishcloth round his waist,
  His favourite wife called Nellie
  Said, "You'd look well if the darned thing fell
  You'd have nowt to cover your…….
  He said "Who cares, I could always wear a fan
  I'm a Hindoo, Howdoo, Hoodoo, Yoodoo man.

He looks just like a Nabob of renown
  He's the Hindoo, Howdoo, Hoodoo, Yoodoo man
  A Nabob, two bob, three bob, half a crown.
  He's a Hindoo, Howdoo, Hoodoo, Yoodoo man.
  A Princess brought him jewels and said
  "For all your love I yearn"
  But jewels could not compare with what
  He went and gave her in return.
  He's ninety nine, but he does all he can.
  For a Hindoo, Howdoo, Hoodoo, Yoodoo Man.