| A babbitt met a bromide on the avenue one day,
|
| And held a conversation in their own peculiar way;
|
| They both were solid citizens, they both had been around,
|
| And as they spoke you clearly saw their feet were on the ground!
|
| Hello!
|
| How are you?
|
| How’s the folks?
|
| What’s new?
|
| I’m great!
|
| That’s good!
|
| Huh-huh!
|
| Touch wood!
|
| Well well!
|
| what say?
|
| How’ve you been?
|
| Nice day!
|
| How’s things?
|
| What’s new?
|
| That’s fine!
|
| How are you?
|
| Nice weather we are having, but it gives me such a pain,
|
| I’ve brought my umbrella so of course it doesn’t rain!
|
| Well, hey’ho!
|
| That’s life!
|
| What’s new?
|
| How’s the wife?
|
| Got to run!
|
| Oh my!
|
| Ta-ta!
|
| Olive oil!
|
| Goodbye!
|
| Ten years went quickly by for both these subste-antial men,
|
| And then it happened that one day they chanced to meet again!
|
| That they had both developed in ten years there was no doubt,
|
| And so of course they had an awful lot to talk about!
|
| Hello!
|
| How are you?
|
| How’s the folks?
|
| What’s new?
|
| I’m great!
|
| That’s good!
|
| Huh-huh!
|
| Touch wood!
|
| Well well!
|
| what say?
|
| How’ve you been?
|
| Nice day!
|
| How’s things?
|
| What’s new?
|
| That’s fine!
|
| How are you?
|
| I seem to know your face but I just can’t recall your name!
|
| Well how’ve you been old boy? |
| You’re looking just about the same!
|
| Well, hey’ho!
|
| That’s life!
|
| What’s new?
|
| How’s the wife?
|
| Got to run!
|
| Oh my!
|
| Ta-ta!
|
| Olive oil!
|
| Goodbye!
|
| Before they met again, some twenty years they had to wait;
|
| This time it happened up above, inside Saint Peter’s gate!
|
| A harp each one was carrying, and both were wearing wings,
|
| and this is what they said as they were strumming on the strings;
|
| Hello!
|
| How are you?
|
| How’s the folks?
|
| What’s new?
|
| Got to run!
|
| Oh my!
|
| Ta-ta!
|
| Olive oil!
|
| Goodbye! |