Lyrics:

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