This is a phrase I associate with Tweety Bird in “A Gruesome Twosome” from 1945. Not self-applied, of course, but in reference to those “poor puddy tats”. But Eddie Cantor charted at #18 with this song in 1929.
Photo by California Treasures.
This is a phrase I associate with Tweety Bird in “A Gruesome Twosome” from 1945. Not self-applied, of course, but in reference to those “poor puddy tats”. But Eddie Cantor charted at #18 with this song in 1929.
Photo by California Treasures.