Oh! Eva (Ain't You Comin' Out Tonight?)

Lyric: Grant Clarke & Edgar Leslie
Music: Harry Warren
Year: 1924
Original publisher: Clarke & Leslie Songs, Inc.

Verse 1:

Eva was a garden rose,
'Way down where the Swanee flows,
And a half a dozen Beaux
Loved this pretty maid.
Eva's uncle would get sore,
Chase the boys from the door,
But when he would sleep and snore,
They would serenade:

Chorus 1:

Oh, Eva, oh, Eva,
Ain't yer comin' out tonight,
Better pack your things
And flap your wings,
A bride all dressed in white;
Oh, Eva, oh, Eva,
There's honeymoon in sight,
In a one hoss shay,
We'll drive away
From Uncle Tom tonight.
Bow wow, bow wow,
Those bloodhounds want to bite,
If they want meat,
They'll have to eat
Your Uncle Tom tonight.

Chorus 2:

Oh, Eva, oh, Eva,
I have loved you all my life,
And I'd call on you
Each night or two,
But I can't dodge my wife;
Oh, Eva, oh, Eva,
She is built just like a sack,
Both her teeth are lost,
Her eyes are crossed,
And tears roll down her back.
Ding dong, ding dong,
I hear you married twice,
So take the air
'Cause I don't care
For shopworn merchandise.

Chorus 3:

Oh, Eva, oh, Eva,
If you want to eat tonight,
There's some oats nearby
To satisfy
Your horse's appetite;
Oh, Eva, oh, Eva,
I'll be thirsty, bye and bye,
And at twelve o'clock,
I'll take the rock
From Uncle Tommy's rye.
Tee hee, tee hee,
Ain't I the silly chap?
When I tell jokes
To lady folks,
They roll right off my lap.

Chorus 4:

Oh, Eva, oh, Eva,
Won't you slip on something, dear,
If we must elope,
Slip on some soap
And slide down on your ear;
Oh, Eva, oh, Eva,
We must steal away in peace,
If you have no bags,
Just pack your rags
In Uncle Tom's valise.
Bing bang, bing bang,
Those shots were meant to kill,
When bullets fly,
I run them by,
Just like they're standing still.

Chorus 5:

Oh, Eva, oh, Eva,
In a little two-room shack,
You supply the grub,
I'll steal a tub
So you can wash my back;
Oh, Eva, oh, Eva,
Get a few Virginia hams,
When you're leaving there,
Bring me a pair
Of Uncle Tom's pajams.
Jingle, jingle,
I'm broke most of the time,
When Tom's at rest,
Feel in his vest
And throw me down a dime.

Chorus 6:

Oh, Eva, oh, Eva,
There's a married gal next door,
And the story goes,
She hung out clothes
Upon the night before;
Oh, Eva, oh, Eva,
Now her husband's grievin' hard,
'Cause today he found
His wife's night-gown
In Uncle Tom's back-yard.
Bip bop, bip bop,
There was an awful fight,
That guy hit him
With so much vim,
That Uncle Tom turned white.

Verse 2:

Chickens know the chorus now,
So does ev'ry village cow;
Farmers while they rake and plow,
Croon it soft and low.
Someone heard the kitchen cat
Teaching it to a rat,
It's been heard in ev'ry flat
On the radio:

[Choruses]