Mrs. Murphy's Chowder Songtext
von Sharon, Lois & Bram

Won′t you bring back, won't you bring back
Mrs. Murphy′s chowder
It was tuneful, every spoonful
Made you yodel louder
After dinner Uncle Ben
Used to fill his fountain pen
From a plate of Mrs. Murphy's chowder
It had ice cream, cold cream
Submarines, jelly beans
Soup beans, string beans
Floating all around
Sponge cake, beef steak
Mistake, stomach ache
Cream puffs, earmuffs
Many to be found
Silk hats, doormats
Bed slats, baseball bats
Cow bells, door bells
Beckon you to dine
Meatballs, fish balls


Moth balls, cannon balls
Come on in, the chowder's fine
Oh, won′t you bring back, won′t you bring back
Mrs. Murphy's chowder
From each helping you′ll be yelping
For a headache powder
If they had it where you are
You might find a trolley car
In a plate of Mrs. Murphy's chowder
It had ice cream, cold cream
Submarines, jelly beans
Soup beans, string beans
Floating all around
Sponge cake, beef steak
Mistake, stomach ache
Cream puffs, earmuffs
Many to be found
Silk hats, doormats
Bed slats, baseball bats
Cow bells, door bells
Beckon you to dine
Meatballs, fish balls
Moth balls, cannon balls
Come on in, the chowder′s fine