| SPORTING LIFE |
| That’s the thing, ain' it? An' membuh there’s. |
| where that come from. Listen: There’s a boat dat’s |
| leavin' soon for New York. Come wid me, dat’s where |
| we belong, sister. |
| You an' me kin live dat high life in New York. |
| Come wid me, dere you can’t go wrong, sister. |
| I’ll buy you de swellest mansion |
| Up on upper Fi’th Avenue |
| An' through Harlem we’ll go struttin', |
| We’ll go astruttin', |
| An' dere’ll be nuttin' |
| Too good for you. |
| I’ll dress you in silks and satins |
| In de latest Paris styles. |
| And de blues you’ll be forgettin', |
| You’ll be forgettin', |
| There’ll be no frettin' |
| Jes nothin' but smiles. |
| Come along wid me, Hey dat’s de place, |
| Don’t be a fool, come along, come along. |
| There’s a boat dat’s leavin' soon for New York |
| Come wid me, dat’s where we belong, sister, |
| Dat’s where we belong! Come on, Bess! |
| BESS |
| You low, crawlin' hound! Get away from my door, I tells |
| you, leave it, you rattlesnake. Dat’s what you is, |
| a rattlesnake! |