Music by Stephen Foster
Let us pause in life's pleasures and count its many tears
While we all struggle with our housing forms
There's a song that will linger forever in our ears
O, Red Tape, come again no more'Tis the song, the sigh of the weary
Red Tape, Red Tape, come again no more
Many dreams you have strangled, and woven shut the door
O, Red Tape, come again no moreThere's a pale drooping maiden who toils her life away
Filling out all those governmental forms
Tho' her voice would be merry, 'tis sighing all the day
O, Red Tape, come again no more'Tis a sigh that is wafted across the troubled wave
'Tis a wail that is heard upon the shore
'Tis a dirge that is murmured around the lowly grave
O' Red Tape, come again no more
O, Red Tape, come again no moreWhile we seek mirth and beauty and music bright and gay
There are pale forms scribbling on the floor
Tho' their voices are silent, their pleading looks still say
O, Red Tape, come again no more