| Lyrics: | We're a couple of swells
We stop at the best hotels
But we prefer the country far away from
the city smells
We're a couple of sports
The pride of the tennis courts
In June, July
and August we look cute when we're dressed in shorts
The Vanderbilts have asked us up for
tea
We don't know how to get there, no siree
No, siree
We would drive up the
Avenue, but we haven't got the price
We would skate up the Avenue, but there isn't any
ice
We would ride on a bicycle, but we haven't got a bike
So we'll walk up the
Avenue
Yes, we'll walk up the Avenue
And to walk up the Avenue's what we like
Wall
Street bankers are we
With plenty of currency
We'd open up the safe but we forgot where we
put the key
We're the favorite lads
Of girls in the picture ads
We'd like to tell you
who we kissed last night but we can't be cads
The Vanderbilts are waiting at the club
But
how are we to get there, that's the rub
That's the rub
We would sail up the Avenue, but
we haven't got a yacht
We would drive up the Avenue, but the horse we had was shot
We would
ride on a trolley car but we haven't got the fare
So we'll walk up the Avenue
Yes, we'll
walk up the Avenue
Yes, we'll walk up the Avenue till we're there
We would swim up the
Avenue but we haven't any lake
So we'll walk up the Avenue
Yes, we'll walk up the
Avenue
Yes, a walk up the Avenue's what we'll take |
