A Job Lot - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
A JOB LOT. Additional Words Copyrighted, 1891, by T. B. Harms & Co. Written and Composed by Chas. Brighton. Additional Words by Harry Miller 
I know I look a "mash,'" because I've got 'em on to-night, They're a job lot; The trousers fit me rather loose, the coat's a bit too tight. They're a job lot; Just here and there you may detect a little spot of gray; But, as they haven't cost me much, I haven't much to say; I bought 'em of a "Sheeney" for a ' tollar," down the buy They're a job lot, 
Chorus. As a job lot they were cheap; If the weather doesn't change, they'll keep; Suit a cabman in bad weather, For the pants are lined with leather-As a job lot they are cheap. 
Oh, giddy girls, it grieves me very much to have to say, You're a job lot; We never need to show you how to fling the cash away. You're a job lot; Perhaps a fellow weds a girl, and thinks he's got a saint, But when he finds she wears a wig, and has recourse to paint, Thinks he "I thought it genuine, but now I find it ain't, It's a job lot." 
Chorus. As a job lot, girls go cheap; And with rage a chap's inclined to weep When she's ugly, tall and lanky, With false teeth, and temper cranky. As a job lot she's not cheap. 
I once was married, for a dollar, with a dozen more, As a job lot; The minister said to the clerk, as we came in the door, Here's a job lot. Fourteen of us got very "tight," soon as we got outside, No man could tell which was his wife, no matter how ho tried; I gave each husband fifty cents, and bought up every bride As a job lot. 
Chorus As a job lot they were cheap; But I didn't calculate their keep; They looked careful, staid and thrifty, But the youngest one was fifty, But as a job lot they were cheap. 
I bought a "safety bicycle," got guyed by all the boys, 'Twas a job lot; It had no bell, but pressing something made a funny noise, 'Twas a job lot. The first night I went out I caromed, with a mighty bang, Upon the man who played the drum in some salvation gang; And as they all marched over me, the sisters sweetly sang, Here's a job lot. 
Chorus. As a job lot I looked cheap; Rags and tatters bundled in a heap; And my elegant knee-breeches Wanted quite a lot of stitches, 
As a job lot they'd go cheap. 
I bought some eggs a cent apiece, a bargain you'll admit. Quite a job lot; Went in for chicken-raising, and induced a hen to sit On this job lot. Some sixteen eggs were hatched, a most unusual thing, I know, And sixteen little "chicks" all stood before me, in a row, But not one hen among them, every one knew how to crow, They're a job lot. 
Chorus. As a job lot they are cheap, But they never let a fellow sleep; For, as crowers, they are "stayers," But they are no good as "layers " As a job lot they'll go cheap. 
The other night a pal and I went out to see the sights, Quite a job lot; We sampled whiskey, champagne, beer, until we looked like frights, Such a job lot. We chummed together till the day was dawning rosy clear, A "copper "tried to waken us, his voice we didn't hear, He got us on our feet, and to the station-house did steer. Such a job lot. 
Chorus. As a job lot we were cheap; And the judge he said, in accents deep, "I shall have to put the 'snuffers' On you pretty pair of ' bluffers,' " As a job lot you're not cheap. 
The cats around our boarding-house make lively things each night, They're a job lot. To entertain the boarders they begin to yowl and bite, They're a job lot. The other day I got some dynamite, and on the fence I safely laid it, and I chuckled in my joy, immense. Then watched 'em from the window with anxiety intense. Watched the job lot. 
Chorus. As a job lot now they're cheap; Of their tails and whiskers there's a heap; They have now postponed their howling And their everlasting yowling-As a job lot they'd go cheap. 
I like to sleep at night, but next to me's a wedded pair. They've a job lot; They've half-a-dozen children and I hear them everywhere. They're a job lot. The other morn that father came, with twinkles in his eyes. And told me that the night had brought him such a great surprise, He whispered "triplets" in my ear, and each one of a size -Quite a job lot 
Chorus. As a job lot they are cheap. But they will not let the neighbors sleep; They might do in the museum-People there might like to see 'era, As a job lot they'd go cheap. 
I read we have some splendid ships, but my opinion isThey're a job lot; They'd go down to the bottom if a quib began to fizzThey're a job lot. We ought to have a navy for the prices that they charge. 
The people in authority talk mighty fine and large, But half of them don't know an iron-clad from a bargeThey're a job lot. 
Chorus. As a job lot they'd go cheap. But they cost us quite a mint to keep; With their boilers old and rusted, And their timbers mud-incrusted, As a job lot they'd sell cheap.