Whippin' That Old T.B. Lyrics

De-yodel-ay-ee, oh-lay-ee, oh-de-lee-da-lay-dee

Listen all you rounders, you ought to be like me
Don't worry about consumption, even if they call it T.B.

De-yodel-ay-ee, a-lay-ee, oo-de-lee-da-lay-dee

T.B., T.B., some say tonic is fine
You take all your medicine you want, I'll take good liquor for mine

De-yodel-ay-ee, a-lay-ee, oo-de-lee-da-lay-ee

Oh, the hospital and the doctor, done everything they could (Lord, Lord)
Happiness and the sunshine, Lord, it's done me all the good

De-yodel-ay-ee, a-lay-ee, oo-de-lee-da-lay-ee

Don't let that old T.B ever get you down (don't let it get you down)
First they want your insurance, then they want to plant you in the ground

Oh-de-lee-eee-eee-eee (spoken: play it boy, play that thing)

Just in your mind your troubles you forgot
Because good old contentment, it's going to help you a lot

De-yodel-ay-ee, a-lay-ee, oo-de-lee-da-lay-ee

Ain't no use to worry, no use to lay down and die
Cause nine times out of ten ain't nobody will cry

De-yodel-ay-ee, a-lay-ee, oo-de-lee-da-lay-ee