We're a couple of swells

We stop at the best hotels

But we prefer the country far

Away from the city smells

We're a couple of sports

The pride of the tennis courts

In June July and August we look cute

When we're dressed in shorts

The Vanderbilt's

Have asked us up for tea

We don't know how to get there

No sire no sire

We 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 on a bicycle

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 like

Wall Street bankers are we

With plenty of currency

We'd open up the safe

But we forgot where we put the key

We're the favorite lads

Of girls in the picture ads

We'd like to tell you who

We kissed last night

But we can't be cads

The Vanderbilt's

Are waiting at the club

But how are we to get there

That's the rub that's the rub

We 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