We're a couple of swells,We stop at the best hotels,But we
prefer the country far away from the city smellsWe're a
couple of sports,The pride of the tennis courts,In June, July
and August we look cute when we're dressed in shortsThe
Vanderbilts have asked us up for tea,We don't know how to
get there, no sirr-eeWe would drive up the avenue but we
haven't got the price,We would skate up the avenue but
there isn't any ice,We would ride of a bicyle but we
haven't got a bike,So we'll walk up the avenue,Yes
we'll walk up the avenue,'Cause to walk up the
avenue's what we're like.Wall Street bankers are
we,With plenty of currency,We'd open up the safe but we
forgot where we put the keyWe're the favourite lads,Of
girls in the picture ads,We'd like to tell you who we
kissed last night but we can't be cadsThe Vanderbilts are
waiting at the club,But how are we to get there, that's the
rubWe would sail up the avenue but we haven't got a yacht,We
would drive up the avenue, but the horse we had was shot,We would
ride on a trolley-car, but we haven't got the fare,So
we'll walk up the avenue,Yes we'll walk up the
avenue,Yes we'll walk up the avenue 'till we're
there!