And the moon shines bright on Charlie Chaplin
His boots are crackin′ for want of blackin'
And his old fusty coat is wanting mending
Until they send him to the Dardenelles

Charlie Chaplin meek and mild
Swiped a sausage from a child
When the child began to cry
Charlie socked him in the eye

And the moon shines bright on Charlie Chaplin
His boots are crackin′ for want of blackin'
And his old fusty coat is wanting mending
Until they send him to the Dardenelles

Charlie Chaplin had no sense
He bought a fiddle for 18 pence
The only tune that he could play
Was"Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay"

And the moon shines bright on Charlie Chaplin
His boots are crackin' for want of blackin′
And his old fusty coat is wanting mending
Until they send him to the Dardenelles

Charlie Chaplin went to France
To teach the ladies how to dance
"First you heel, then you toe
Lift up your skirts and round you go"

And the moon shines bright on Charlie Chaplin
His boots are crackin′ for want of blackin'
And his old fusty coat is wanting mending
Until they send him to the Dardenelles

Charlie, Charlie, chuck-chuck-chuck
Went to bed with three white ducks
One died. Charlie cried
Charlie, Charlie, chuck-chuck-chuck

And the moon shines bright on Charlie Chaplin
His boots are crackin′ for want of blackin'
And his old fusty coat is wanting mending
Until they send him to the Dardenelles

One, two three, a-leary
I saw my Auntie Sarah
Standing at the door, a-leary
Kissing Charlie Chaplin

And the moon shines bright on Charlie Chaplin
His boots are crackin′ for want of blackin'
And his old fusty coat is wanting mending
Until they send him to the Dardenelles

Writer(s): Dp, Gerry Kearns, Larry Kearns, John Howarth<br>Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com