Our parlor needed papering
And Pa said it’s a waste
To call the paper hanger in
And so he bought some paste
He bought some rolls of paper
And a ladder and a brush
Then with Mother’s nightie on
At it he made a rush
Chorus:
When father papered the parlor, you couldn’t see Pa for paste
He was dabbing it here, dabbing it there, paste and paper everywhere
Mother was stuck to the ceiling
The children were stuck to the floor
I never knew a bloomin’ family
So stuck up before.
Father, he fell down
And spilled his paper hanger’s can
Right on Henrietta
Sitting there with her young man
The paste stuck them together
And thought it was for life
And so we called the parson in
To make them husband and wife
Chorus
We’re never going to move away
From this house anymore
‘Cuz Father stuck the chairs and tables
Right down on the floor
We can’t find the piano
Though it’s broad and rather tall
We think that it’s behind the paper Pa stuck on the wall