JOHNNY, MAKE ROOM FOR DELONCLE!
(New North African Version of an Old Song.)
"M. DELONCLE, in his conversation with a Belgian reporter, puts in a claim for practically the whole of the northern half of Africa, with the possible exception of Egypt."—The Times.
AIR—"Tommy, make room for your Uncle."
Deputy DELONCLE (addressing JOHNNY BULL) sings:—
Nothing but deserts now left for France!
Hang it! That will not do!
Therefore DELONCLE her claims must advance,
Mighty they are, nor few.
Right from Oubanghi unto Lake Tchad,
Through Wadai and Ba-gir-mi!
JOHNNY, my lad, I shall be glad
If you'll make room for ME!
Chorus.
JOHNNY, make room for DELONCLE,
There's a little dear!
JOHNNY, make room for DELONCLE,
He wants to stay here.
He needs the whole of North Africa!
(The rest he may leave to you),
Do not annoy, there's a good boy!
Make room for DELONCLE, do!
To So-ko-to and the Gan-do,
Your claims you must resign.
If France goes far from Zanzibar,
I'll draw a new boundary line.
To the east of the Niger by latitude ten!
That is our mi-ni-mum!
Ours the Sahara! Yes, che sarà sarà!
Therefore don't you look glum!
Chorus.
JOHNNY, make room for DELONCLE!
The Niger is ours, that's clear.
JOHNNY, make room for DELONCLE!
He doesn't want you here.
France must take up her traditional rôle
(Of grabbing all she can do)
So, JOHNNY, my boy, don't you annoy;
Make room for DELONCLE, do!