Not Cricket to Picket

It's not cricket to picket, not cricket
Oh no, it's just not comme il faut to picket

You haven't any right, you know
You're acting in great haste
Just think of the predicament
In which your boss is placed
And, entre nous, I think
It's in exceedingly bad taste
Not cricket to picket, not cricket

It's not cricket to picket, not cricket
Atrocious and gauche, you know, to picket

Go home and starve like gentlemen
Not like a noisy brood
Real ladies never make a fuss
Though they lack clothes and food
And money's never talked about
For that would be quite rude
Not cricket to picket, not cricket

It's not picket to cricket, not picket
Uncultured and unmannerly to picket

You know you're misbehaving now
You mustn't lose your mind
You're being so inelegant
And frankly quite unkind
Excuse my indiscretion
But you're ardent unrefined
Not picket to cricket, not picket

It ain't ticket to stick it not picket
Now officer, give each man there a cricket

Oh, dear, where is your decency
No Vanderbilts or Asters
Would ask in such a vulgar way
Befitting only dastards
I beg you get the hell away
You lousy bunch of-

What do you mean "disturbing the peace"?
Come with you?
Offi - Officer, you're bruising my mink
Get your hands off, kid!
You don't seem to know who I am
Or whom I know
Listen, I'm an intimate friend of Jimmy Walker
You won't get me in that black wagon!