Casey's Awful Grub - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
CASEY'S AWFUL GRUB. 
Oh! I used to stop at Harlem, at a sailor's boarding place, I never had enough to eat, my form was a disgrace; oh! my clothes they wouldn't fit me, I'm skeletonium mug, I never eat, I starved to death on Casey's awful grub. 
Chorus. There were old rheumatic sausages and acrobatic cheese. Tender hearted butter and dislocated fleas; The house was crowded every night with mosquitoes and bedbugs, The only ones that ever got fat on Casey's awful grub. 
Oh! the landlady was a bachelor with very ancient teeth. She served the soup out in a sponge, had green corns on her feet: Oh! the tea was absent-minded, and so weak it couldn't slug. The boarders fell senseless on Casey's awful grub. 
Chorus. There was sand enough in the sugar for a straight jig right up hero. The coffee had consumption, and was too weak to appear; The batter got disgusted, threw a flip flap in the tub, And the law took the heart disease from Casey's awful grub.