Up-stairs, In My Bedroom - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
UP-STAIRS, IN MY BEDROOM. Written and sung by Sam Devere. 
I live too high for comfort-I always did live well; I've got a mansard chamber. In a Thompson street hotel. The ceiling is draped with cob-webs, The floor ne'er saw a broom, The window's broke, to let out the smoke, Up-stairs, in my bedroom. 
The air is quite salubrious In the attic near the skies; Cockroaches have a picnic, With a thousand million flies. They make Dutch cheese in the cellar, Which sends up a tough perfume; The cats on the roof play opera bouffe, At night over my bedroom. 
There's a dry goods box for a table, And a chair tied up with a string, There's a hair-tick stuffed with shavings, A nd the 'skeeters sweetly sing. On the wall is a tea-store chromo, There's an old flower-pot in bloom; How the bed-bugs bite on a Summer's night, Up-stairs, in my bedroom.