Unfortunate that a bad parody is in the DT of a pretty good song.

Lyr. Add: TONY THE FISH PEDDLER
Clayton Rand, ca. 1913

I sella de fish, I sella de crab,
I'm notta so good, an' notta so bad;
I leev in da shack, var sea gull he screech,
I'M fish-pedla Tony, a Sonna da Beach.

I guess aybe you teenk I'm pretty beeg fool,
'Cause I nevair got to American school;
An' I don't know so guud da American speech,
I'm joost "Tony," da Fish-pedla, a Sonna da Beach.

Dey say to me, "Tony, vot for you stay here?
You maka more mon' if you sella da beer';
I say, "I don' care if I nevair be reech,
I rather be joost a poor Sonna da Beach."

Laz' week, I hear two fella talk on da san',
'Bout fella called "Willie," a beeg Prezdent man;
I don' hear so good vot dey say in da speech,
But it soun' like he too is a Sonna da Beach.

Now I don' teenk dey mean he be fella like me;
'Cause he don' leef here, on da beach by da sea;
So I don' understan', maybe him an' me each
Be two differen' kind of a Sonna da Beach.

Vell, I'm joost "Tony, da Fish-pedla," an' dam glad I am,
I'm glad I ain't vot you call a Prezdent man;
'Cause some day ven I die an' Heaven I reach
Dey will say, "Hi, Tony, come in, you Sonna da Beach."

Commemorating the time in 1913 when Woodrow Wilson and family spent the winter in the city of Pass Christian.