Just prior of exiting my apartment
This baby grand shoved coal
Down the building's coal chute
Through the coal hole
Thought I ought to head to the barbershop
On foot and leave the flivver at home
Because my journey's not far
Need to get my mane snipped and a shoe shine
And will spill with my pal about
What each of us has captured on film
Before that, will pick up today's gazette at the corner newstand
Out from one of the third story's window
I heard from a Victrola playing
A new vinyl from a canary
Titled: 'Wild Women Don't Have the Blues'
She's one of those bearcats with a spit curl
Curled upon her cheeks
Wearing those various stoles she's famous for
And those turbans and tams
I continue on
While passing the corner drugstore
I came upon two vamps I'm acquanted with
They'd request my presence later on
At a new club for this hip new trio
I thought I should, with all this hype
That's going around town lately
Although a bit indecisive
from the last musical ensemble
That performed there
Although I hate to razz
I do deserve to beef
With the whisper sister there
Should have known better to schedual a gig
With a musical combo called Flash Dough Kissers
The one with the squeak box
Sounded like fingernails scrapping across a chalkboard
And that chirp that couldn't croon
They ruined 'I Wish I Could Shimmy Like My Sister Kate'
Their version was piffle
It'll bring down this fine palace
That reminds me
Need to find out where a pal is performing
The one that dresses like a drugstore cowboy
With his pal on his skins beating it out
This duo always hit on the six
Neither one is less than butterfly boots
Even, that night, the dancers who were shimmying
Seemed to be heelers
All were floorflushing it
Generally an oliver twist or two hoof the floor
All I could do was guzzle foam in the back with
A trio that audiences would be blowing their wigs for
When they jam anywheres
Before I arrive to the sandwich shop
With a sign that reads bank's closed
To chat with this sweet patootie
Many men are goofy about
Never fazed by most anything
She'll rejuvinate your spirits
With any encounter with her
I had pass the new advertisement on main
In the theatre's window
Of a new play by Joseph Kesselring
'Arsenic and Old Lace'
Starring that hot dawg actress that I'm neighbor's with
Then an oil merchant approaches me
Anticipating all the rubes I have in my kick
He better lay off me
And not fritter his time, I'm no sap
As I ankle along to my next stop
I see a wire ready to rause my friend
With a shade nearby
Had to stop, make myself known
Show these grifters
I have my boot on at what's happening
I finally arrive
Thought I'd spare this sweet patootie this awkward conversation
She's having with this upstage chewing his gums
About who knows what
Wearing a derby and a chesterfield coat
I can acknowledge this upstage
Would be a flat tire for any Jane
I give her a hug and order
And commence a more comfortable conversation
She ought to be having
Each of us with some noodle juice
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