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