| Lyrics: | By E. Ray Goetz and Irving Berlin".]
[1st verse:]
Dear, lend an ear to the finest
music in the land
You'd better hurry and take a hand
I want to linger beside that
grandstand band, and
Hon', better run, just because I hear them tuning up
I'm kind of
hungry myself, but we'll be late
So please don't wait to sup
Oh, hurry up!
I just
kind of think that I'd rather drink
From a musical cup
[chorus:]
Just hear that
slide trombone a-blowin' for me
Just hear those sweet cornets all goin' for me
Hear the
piccoloer pick a melody
See the clarionetter clarionetting me
Hear that cello moan,
moan
Say what you may, but the way he plays that violin
Shows when he bows that he knows
he throws his feelings in
Come, come
Honey, they're goin' some
Drum, drum
Lead
me, lead me to that beautiful band
[2nd verse:]
Dear, it's a year since you took
your baby to a show
I'm not complaining a bit, oh no!
I'm only telling you that you're oh,
so slow, beau
I'm worth a dime, so come on, don't worry 'bout the fare
We'll take some
dinner along in first class style
And eat it while we're there
I'll eat my
share
You'll be there all right with an appetite
Like a grizzly bear |
