Pullman Porter's Parade Songtext
von Al Jolson
Pullman Porter's Parade Songtext
Here they come down the street
See them comin′
Hear the drums how they beat
Hear the drummin' oh, my one little hon′ better run to the fun
They're parading, hear the yell from the boys
Honey, listen! Can't you tell by the noise
That we′re missing all the fun?
Come and see the big parade
My honey
Just see those Pullman porters
Dolled up in perfumed waters
Bought by their dimes and quarters
Here they come, here they come, here they come
Just see those starched up collars
Hear how that captain hollers
Keep time, keep time
It′s worth a thousand dollars
To see those tip collectors
Those upper berth inspectors
Those Pullman porters on parade
Look at flat-footed Bose
See him juggling his hat as he goes
See the struggling of bow-legged Joe, don't he go rather slow?
Watch him stepping on the ground like a hen
All in clover, see those round-shouldered men
Stoopin′ over, oh my
Hon', that′s what I call some parade
My honey
Just see those starched up collars
Hear how that captain hollers
Keep time, keep time
It's worth a thousand dollars
To see those tip collectors
Those upper berth inspectors
Those Pullman porters on parade
To see those tip collectors
Those upper berth inspectors
Those Pullman porters on parade
See them comin′
Hear the drums how they beat
Hear the drummin' oh, my one little hon′ better run to the fun
They're parading, hear the yell from the boys
Honey, listen! Can't you tell by the noise
That we′re missing all the fun?
Come and see the big parade
My honey
Just see those Pullman porters
Dolled up in perfumed waters
Bought by their dimes and quarters
Here they come, here they come, here they come
Just see those starched up collars
Hear how that captain hollers
Keep time, keep time
It′s worth a thousand dollars
To see those tip collectors
Those upper berth inspectors
Those Pullman porters on parade
Look at flat-footed Bose
See him juggling his hat as he goes
See the struggling of bow-legged Joe, don't he go rather slow?
Watch him stepping on the ground like a hen
All in clover, see those round-shouldered men
Stoopin′ over, oh my
Hon', that′s what I call some parade
My honey
Just see those starched up collars
Hear how that captain hollers
Keep time, keep time
It's worth a thousand dollars
To see those tip collectors
Those upper berth inspectors
Those Pullman porters on parade
To see those tip collectors
Those upper berth inspectors
Those Pullman porters on parade
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