The Disadvantages of the Hub Club

There are long trips in the trolley, When you want to be in bed; And there is indigestion With the goodies that are fed;

But the worst of all the Hub Club─ If you eat, or ride, or walk─ Is when you want to talk yourself, They'll talk, talk, talk.

And there's the “Rambling Bramblers”─ Oh the shoes I have worn out, And the places I have been to, That I didn't care about;

But the worst of all the Hub Club─ If you sigh, or cry, or walk─ Is when you want to talk yourself, They'll talk, talk, talk.

And if you're of the “Boston Gang,” New York─alack! ah─well! Will hate you with a great big, “H,” And with a little “l;”

But the worst of all the Hub CLub─ If you love, or hate, or walk─ Is when you want to talk yourself, They'll talk, talk, talk.

Then there are cranky creatures, That in the club will stray; Sometimes their name begins with Z,     And sometimes with an A;

But the worst of all the Hub Club─ Than with cranks to ride or walk─ Is when you want to talk yourself, They'll talk, talk, talk.

Oh the days and nights I've labored But labored all in vain, To get a word in edgewise, Is a theme of poignant pain;

Yes, the worst of all the Hub Club─ Though you run, or ride, or walk─ Is when you want to talk yourself, They'll talk, talk, talk.