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 Vanderbilts have asked us up for tea 

We don't know how to get there, no siree 

No, siree 





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 

And 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 Vanderbilts 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 





We would swim up the Avenue but we haven't any lake 

So we'll walk up the Avenue 

Yes, we'll walk up the Avenue 

Yes, a walk up the Avenue's what we'll take