It's not cricket to picket not cricket
   Oh, no it's just not coming for to picket
   You haven't any right you know
   You're acting in great haste
   Just think of the predicament
   In which your boss is placed
   And entre-nous I think
   It's an exceedingly bad taste
   Not cricket to picket not cricket
   It's not cricket to picket not cricket
   Atrocious and gauche you know to picket
   Go home and starve like gentlemen
   Not like a noisy brood
   Real ladies never make a fuss
   Though they like clothes and food
   And money's never talked about
   For that would be quite rude
   Not cricket to picket not cricket
   It's not picket to cricket not picket
   Uncultured and unmannerly to picket
   You know you're misbehaving now
   You mustn't lose your mind
   You're being so inelegant
   And frankly quite unkind
   Excuse my indiscretion
   But you're older than refined
   Not picket to cricket not picket
   It ain't ticket to stick it not picket
   Now offer some
   Get each man there a cricket
   Oh, dear, where is your decency
   No Vanderbilts or Asters
   Would ask in such a vulgar way
   Be fitting only dexters
   I beg you get the hell away
   You lousy bunch of...
   What do you mean disturbing the peace?
   Come with you often
   Oh, you see, you're brushing my mink
   Get your hands off, kid!
   You don't seem to know who I am
   Or whom I know
   Listen, I'm an intimate friend of Jimmy Walker
   You won't get me in the...