Recorded by: Buddy Wasisname and the Other Fellers
Written by: Traditional From Johnny C. Johnson

Lyrics

You talk of all the neighbors
As my poor father says
You want to travel far me b’ys
To find a nose like his
It’s one of those nice noses
The bloom will never die
When father toddles off to work
We all began to cry:

(CHORUS)
Put a bit of powder on it Father
Oh put a bit of powder on a doo
Put a bit of powder on it Father
Let me take a view.
Now the cold’s all around it
It’s gone right white and blue
Dab it on nice
In the same place twice
Put a bit a powder on a doo.

Father went to a raffle
He won a lovely duck
He placed it in the rabbit’s hut
For son he just fell up
Sent he to the bakery
He cooked that duck with pride
To have him baked so nice and brown
Before he go, he cried:

(CHORUS)
Put a bit of powder on it Father
Oh put a bit of powder on a doo
Put a bit of powder on it Father
Let me take a view.
If the neighbor smells it
They’ll want to summons you
Dab it on nice in the same place twice
Put a bit a powder on a doo.

Mother went to a musical
While Father stayed indoors
The baby woke while she was gone
And filled the house with roars
Father nursed it on his knee
And barked at it as well
And when he took his night cap off
We all began to yell:

(CHORUS)
Put a bit of powder on it Father
Oh put a bit of powder on a doo
Put a bit of powder on it Father
Let me take a view.
Baby won’t stop crying
Oh daddy what will I do?
Dab it on nice in the same place twice
Put a bit a powder on a doo.

(CHORUS)
Put a bit of powder on it Father
Oh put a bit of powder on a doo
Put a bit of powder on it Father
Let me take a view.
Baby won’t stop crying
Oh daddy what will I do?
Dab it on nice in the same place twice
Put a bit a powder on a doo.