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 Vanderbilt's   Have asked us up for tea   We don't know how to get there   No sire, no sire      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   'Cause 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 Vanderbilt's   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 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