Down In Bom-Bombay
Composer(s): Ballard Macdonald - Harry Carroll



If you're tired of this life, if you're lonely with one wife
take my little tip, take your little grip
take a little trip to India far away, down to Bom-Bombay

There the tropic breezes blow, there the waw waw bushes grow
where the girls are nice, they eat curried rice, full of red hot spice
in India far away, down in Bom-Bombay

Down in Bom-Bombay, where the palm trees sway, where you clap your hands
then you give commands to those Indian bands to play a little tom-tom (hear 'em) 
There the girlies sway, in Oriental way
Every cat has got nine lives, every man has got nine wives, down in Bom-Bombay
Down in Bom-Bombay, where the palm trees sway, where you clap your hands
then you give commands to those Indian bands to play a little tom-tom (hear 'em) 
There the girlies sway, in Oriental way
Where you lead the simple life, every day a different wife, down in Bom-Bombay