Jack Norton's Old-Time Radio Show: 1920s and 1930s 78 RPM Records
Jul 7, 2026 · 58 min · 15 segments
Travel back to the 1920s, 1930s, and 1940s as vaudeville blues and ragtime hokum musician Jack Norton spins his favorite 78 rpm records from his collection. From early hot jazz to jug band blues…
gingerbread and dynamite Drake, nothing, folks, but that is night Back in Ackersack, where the fellas shoot a backhand With a wicky-wacky woo They got away to entertain With hurry, hurry, hurricane Back in Ackersack, where the fellas shoot a backhand With a wicky-wacky woo Futsuyama, got your mama, then your drops increase.
Semicola and the soda, her sick milkshake, ten cents apiece.
They hug you and kiss each night, boy.
Jingle, it's worth the price.
Back in Exaco, where the fellas do the backhand, and women wake up wacky, woo.
¶¶ ¶¶ They all can kiss you, baby.
It's not a bad thing, old boy.
It's worth the price.
One lonely me grad boy going from work one day
See, find you as number one girl, fall in love with her right away.
He looked on her, she looked on him, but he didn't know just what to say.
He loved her, he wanted for to marry her So he told her in old country way Come on to my house, my house, come on.
Come on to my house, my house, come on.
Come on to my house, my house, I'm gonna give you candy.
Come on to my house, my house, I'm gonna give you everything.
Thank you.
Come on, Miles.
Come on to my house, my house I'm gonna give you everything Gonna give you everything
Come on to my house, come on to my house Come on to my house, come on to my house
gingerbread and dynamite Drake, nothing, folks, but that is night Back in Ackersack, where the fellas shoot a backhand With a wicky-wacky woo They got away to entertain With hurry, hurry, hurricane Back in Ackersack, where the fellas shoot a backhand With a wicky-wacky woo Futsuyama, got your mama, then your drops increase.
Semicola and the soda, her sick milkshake, ten cents apiece.
They hug you and kiss each night, boy.
Jingle, it's worth the price.
Back in Exaco, where the fellas do the backhand, and women wake up wacky, woo.
¶¶ ¶¶ They all can kiss you, baby.
It's not a bad thing, old boy.
It's worth the price.
One lonely me grad boy going from work one day
See, find you as number one girl, fall in love with her right away.
He looked on her, she looked on him, but he didn't know just what to say.
He loved her, he wanted for to marry her So he told her in old country way Come on to my house, my house, come on.
Come on to my house, my house, come on.
Come on to my house, my house, I'm gonna give you candy.
Come on to my house, my house, I'm gonna give you everything.
Thank you.
Come on, Miles.
Come on to my house, my house I'm gonna give you everything Gonna give you everything
Come on to my house, come on to my house Come on to my house, come on to my house
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