(Chorus) Loo! loo! Lulu! Loot! loot! loot!
Ow the loot!..
When from ‘ouse to ‘ouse you’re ‘unting, you must always work in pairs —
It ‘alves the gain, but safer you will find —
For a single man gets bottled on them twisty-wisty stairs,
An’ a woman comes and clobs ‘im from be’ind.
When you’ve turned ‘em inside out, an’ it seems beyond a doubt
As if there weren’t enough to dust a flute
(Cornet: Toot! toot!) —
Before you sling your ‘ook, at the ‘ousetops take a look,
For it’s underneath the tiles they ‘ide the loot.
(Chorus) Ow the loot!..
You can mostly square a Sergint an’ a Quartermaster too,
If you only take the proper way to go;
I could never keep my pickin’s, but I’ve learned you all I knew —
An’ don’t you never say I told you so.
An’ now I’ll bid good-bye, for I’m gettin’ rather dry,
An’ I see another tunin’ up to toot
(Cornet: Toot! toot!) —
So ‘ere’s good-luck to those that wears the Widow’s clo’es,
An’ the Devil send ‘em all they want o’ loot!
(Chorus) Yes, the loot,
Bloomin’ loot!
In the tunic an’ the mess-tin an’ the boot!
It’s the same with dogs an’ men,
If you’d make ‘em come again