ALL THE QUAKERS ARE SHOULDER SHAKERS
(Down in Quaker Town)
Words: Bert Kalmar and Edgar Leslie. Music: Peter Wendling
1920s (I think)

Oh! I just got back today,
From a town not far away,
I've been looking at the Quakers,
In their clothes of gray;
And it strikes me mighty strange,
'Cause there's been an awful change;
If you think those folks are slow,
There's a lot that you don't know.

Chorus:
All the Quakers are shoulder shakers,
Down in Quaker town.
Things are upside down.
The jazz bug hit 'em,
How it hit 'em;

Ev'ry wiggle just makes you giggle,
At the meeting hall;
Bands are playing,
Folks are swaying,
To the lovin' "Strutters Ball."

Ev'ry sister is quite a twister,
Of a wicked knee;
Baby brother, dad and mother,
Do the "Memphis Shiveree!"

It's a most peculiar sight,
And it doesn't seen quite right,
To see all the Quakers dancing,
Way into the night;
When the curfew starts to ring,
Ev'rybody starts to sing;
And they grab their dancing shoes,
While they hum a Quaker blues.

Brother Halsey, with the palsy,
You remember him,
He's the man who first began
To teach them how to "shim!"
Oh! the home of William Penn,
Won't be quite the same again,
"Cause all the Quakers are shoulder shakers,
Down in Quaker town.

Brother Morgan at the organ,
Jazzes all the notes,
Gee it's simply great
To watch them sow their Quaker Oats;
You should see how Sister Birch,
Does a foxtrot down to church,
'Cause all the Quakers are shoulder shakers,
Down in Quaker Town.

With best wishes to InOBU.