The Wax-work Show - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
The Wax-Work Show. Sung by Tony Pastor. 
I've commenced a little show of wax figures in a row, The men and women that are known to fame; Each figure you shall see, for my wax-work show is free. And the best in all this country I do claim. I've an imported blonde putting paint and powder onI've captivated the old chaps in the pit; And Harriet Beecher Stowe kicking up a mighty row Because her Summer pants they would not fit; I've got George Francis Train, in senses once again-And Little Mac, in Jersey, all the go; A policeman was so good, to tell a lie he never would-The finest figure in my wax-work show. 
I've an honest bank-cashier, no depositor need fear, He never stole a dollar in his life; A widow, who, 'tis said, with a rich man would not wed, And did prefer to be a poor man's wife? I've the famous Sitting Bull pulling Queen Victoria's wool-An Indian trader who was not on the beat-A parson who don't know all about the world below-
A. temperance man who once was* known to treatI've got Lydia Thompson's bust, by Count Johannes crushed-Gordon Bennett, as he stood and shot the foe-Some whisky Babcock took-the back hair of Sheridan ShookYou'll find them all in my great wax-work show. 
I've tears shed by Jim Blaine, the great senator from Maine, When he was unto Conkling reconciled; I've Parson Beecher's smi'e, when his pews sold for a pile-A Philadelphia poem wrote by Childs; A receipt how to win, made when Hayes was counted in-The man who said he liked his mother-in-law; Miss Claflin's waterfall-the eye-glasses of Oakey Hall-A girl insured her life one (lime could draw; I've a Massachusetts man, who to make believe you can, That Boston is not heaven here below; A picture that took, of Talmage seeing the Black CrookYou'll find them all in my wax-work show. 
I've got the legs of Sunset Cox, with SammyTilden in a boxI've got a politician who liked to work; I've the brain of Baldy Smith, in a nutshell to be safe-And a piece of Russia's mercy shown the Turk; The hat John Kelly wore, when from Ireland he came o'er-The singing-bump of Sankey newly tuned; The skull of Thurlow Weed-the confession of Boss Tweed-And the last free lunch that General Grant consumed; I've the groan which Shakespeare made, when by Dr. Landis The gout won't leave Magician Heller's toe; [played-A cat old Bergh did save, from a sad and early graveThey'll all be found inside my wax-work show.