The Patent-bell Punch - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
THE PATENT-BELL PUNCH. By George Robertson. 
My song is of a nice young man, He's known both near and far, He carries by his side a patent-bell punch; He's conductor of a cable car. Such nice, curly hair and brown mustache, And such a captivating eye; As he gives the ladies a seat in the car He blushes and Buys, "Oh my I" 
Chorus. As he goes through the car to collect his fare, For stamps he carries a punch; He was never known to knock down a cent, While he carried the patent-bell punch. 
As he waltzes through the car he says: "Your fare now, if you please;" He plays you a tune on the patent bell punch, And he makes your change with ease. He always keeps his weather eye open, For the kids, he thinks, will ride; And he always got the same old cry: "There is plenty of room inside." - Chorus. 
"Come right up, there is plenty of room Inside," he says with a yell; He packs you up like an old sardine, And be gives another jerk on the bell. And the fact, upon my word, You hardly would believe, That he carries a "punch" for the cable company, And another for himself in his sleeve. - Chorus.