Track Title: I'm Tickled Silly (aka 'Slapstick')
Prime Artist: Olin Howland
Lyrics by: Arthur Francis (pseudonym for Ira Gershwin)
Lyrics by: Ira Gershwin (b. Israel Gershvin)
Music by: Paul Lannin
Vocal: Oscar Shaw
Vocal: Fred Santley
From the Show: Two Little Girls In Blue 1921 (S)
When the lastest film by Sennett
Or by Fox is mentioned, then it
Is my one and burning wish
To get a seat for it.
All the highbrows call 'em frightful,
But for my part they're delightful,
So I comb the town and look
On ev'ry street for it.
I'm a gent, and I'm a scholar,
Yet I'd part with my last dollar
Just to see a slapstick artist frolic.
Though there's nothing that's dramatic
In his actions acrobatic,
There's an end to all that's melancholic.
I'm tickled silly
When there is a scene
Where a chap gets a rap
On the bean;
A brick or a pie
Comes to rest on his chest
Or his eye.
Life is complete
When I gaze at his feet
As they gambol all over the street.
Off goes a gun,
And I chortle with glee,
When, on the run,
They all fall in the sea.
I laugh when they choke 'em,
The old movie hokum for me.
When you see a film by Chaplin,
Though your name be Smith or Kaplan,
I am very sure you're bound to be hilarious;
With young Lloyd or Keaton clowning
(Though you know your Keats and Browning),
You'll say slapstick hath a charm
When a fav'rite movie idol
Does a stunt that's suicidal,
Bookworms all declare it's not aesthetic.
Yet when he's hit by a wagon
Or he gets an awful jag on,
Who cares if the scene in not poetic?
I'm tickled silly
And I've got to roar
When they all start to fall
Through the floor;
A club or a mop
Finds a home on the dome
Of a cop.
My heart's aglow
When they find things are slow
And they start slinging pastry and dough.
Scenes on the beach
Make me holler with glee;
When there's a peach
Losing her dignity;
Whenever they grill 'em,
Whenever they kill 'em,
Oh, that is the "fillem" for me!
Contributed by Carlene Bogle