The Power of Music
In the little room behind my shopI refresh myself of an evening with my machine-that-sings.
Two songs has my machine-that-sings:And these are ‘Hitchy Koo’ and ‘We don’t want to lose you.’
When, in the evening, a friend honours me with a visit,I engage his ears with the air of ‘Hitchy Koo’;But when I am afflicted with a visitFrom those who fill me with a spirit of no-satisfaction,I command my machine-that-singsTo render the music of ‘We don’t want to lose you.’
The noise that at this moment greets the earOf the elegant visitor to this despicable hovelIs the incomparable music of ‘Hitchy Koo’;And the price of this person’s tea, mister,Is but a paltry six shillings the pound.