Champagne Charlie
Original Words & Music:
George Leybourne & Alfred Lee (1868)
The Mudcat Cafˇ includes several other lyric versions that
were done for other music hall & advertising purposes ("Moet &
Shandon For Me", "Champagne Charlie Was His Name" & "Bourbon
Bob (Champagne Charlie's Brother)" to name a few.)
Leon Redbone 1978 version:
This version was originally done in the 1930s by Blind
Blake.
G
C
Am7
G
I went to see a lady, I've
been there before.
Em7 Am7
D7
G
Her shoes & stockings in
her hand and her feet all over the floor.
CHORUS:
G
D7
Champagne Charlie is my
name. Champagne Charlie is my
name.
D7
Em7
Am7
D7
G
Champagne Charlie is my name,
by golly & rougein' & stealin' is my game.
[scat the chorus through
again]
I went down to Louisville,
I've been there before.
Got kicked in the lip by a
big, fat mule & I ain't going there no more.
CHORUS:
I went to see a lady, I've
been there before.
She fed me out of an old pig's
trough and I ain't going back no more.
CHORUS:
I got drunk last night or the
night before.
I ain't gonna get drunk no
more and I ain't gonna get...
CHORUS:
Original 1868 English Music Hall lyrics:
Per The Mudcat Cafˇ, this version became an ad for Mo‘t
& Chandon champagne. You can
find out more about the various drinks referred to in the excellent book Imbibe!.
I've seen a deal of gaiety through
out my noisy life
With all my grand
accomplishments I ne'er could get a wife,
The thing I most excel in is
the P. R. F. G. game,
A noise all night in bed all
day, and swimming in Champagne.
CHORUS:
For Champagne Charlie is my
name, Champagne Charlie is my name.
Good for any game at night, my
boys.
Good for any game at night, my
boys,
Champagne Charlie is my name,
Champagne Charlie is my name.
Good for any game at night,
boys, who'll come and join me in a spree?
The way I gain'd my title's by
a hobby which I've got
Of never letting others pay,
however long the shot.
Whoever drinks at my expense
are treated all the same;
From Dukes and Lords to Cabmen
down, I make them drink Champagne.
CHORUS:
From Coffee and from supper
rooms, from Poplar to Pall Mall,
The girls on seeing me exclaim
"Oh! what a Champagne swell!"
The notion 'tis of ev'ry one,
if 'twere not for my name.
And causing so much to be
drunk, they'd never make Champagne.
CHORUS:
Some epicures like Burgundy,
Hock, Claret, and Moselle,
But Mo‘t's Vintage only
satisfies this Champagne swell.
What matter if to bed I go,
and head is muddled thick?
A bottle in the morning sets
me right then very quick.
CHORUS:
Perhaps you fancy what I say
is nothing else but chaff.
And only done, like other songs,
to merely raise a laugh.
To prove that I am not in jest
each man a bottle of Cham.
I'll stand fizz round - yes
that I will, and stand it - like a lamb.
CHORUS: