PULLMAN PORTERS PARADE
Irving Berlin; as Reg. G. May and Maurice Abrahams, 1913

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

Chorus-
Just see those Pullman porters,
Dolled up with 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 Mose,
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

Chorus-

The first Irving Berlin song sung by Al Jolson.
(Ren. G. May = Germany)