Clementine (From New Orleans)

Lyric: Henry Creamer
Music: Harry Warren
Year: 1927
Original publisher: Shapiro, Bernstein & Co., Inc.

Verse 1:

Say, look up the street,
Look up the street right now.
Hey, look at her feet,
Isn't she neat and how?
Oh, ain't she a darling?
Oh, isn't she sweet?
That baby I'm wild to meet:

Chorus 1:

Here comes Miss Clementine,
That baby from New Orleans;
She's only seventeen,
But what a queen, oh, my!
She has those flashing eyes,
The kind that can hypnotize;
And when she rolls 'em, pal,
Just kiss your gal good-bye.
And oh, oh, oh, when she starts dancing,
She plays a mean castanet;
You won't forget, I mean!
Down in that Creole town
Are wonderful gals around,
But none like Clementine from New Orleans.

Patter:

You talk about Tabasco mamas,
Lulu Belles and other charmers;
She's the baby that made the farmers
Raise a lot of cane.
She vamped a guy named old Bill Bailey,
In the dark she kissed him gaily;
Then he threw down his ukulele
And he prayed for rain.

Chorus 2:

Look out for Clementine,
That baby from New Orleans;
You've heard of pepper pot,
This baby's hot, oh, my!
She has two yearning lips,
Her kisses are burning pips;
They make the fellows shout,
Then lay right down and die.
Her dancing movements have improvements,
She plays a mean tambourine,
Out where the grass is green;
I've seen Asbestos dames
Who set the whole town in flames,
But none like Clementine from New Orleans.

Verse 2:

Say, look at her style,
Look at her style, oh, boy!
Hey, look at her smile,
Look at her smile, oh, joy!
Oh, ain't she a cutie?
Oh, isn't she nice?
That baby is full of spice:

[Chorus 1, Patter, Chorus 2]