Lyrics:
I stand with my hack on the corner,
In front of a gilded Cafe;
Where lulus, and cuckoos, and spenders,
Stay up 'till the break of the day,
Of course I am quite an observer,
It follows along with my trade.
It's how are you Waddy this morning,
Where the Sparrows and Chippies parade.
chorus:
Oh, how are you Waddy? Good morning!
Come tell us old boy how is trade,
Get down from your hack dear old Paddy a whack
Where the Sparrows and Chippies parade.
I shake with the dude and the banker,
In front of a gilded Cafe;
The copper, the bracer, the gambler,
That promenade upper Broadway,
The girls in a frenzy of laughter,
The bar does a rollicking trade.
It's how are you Waddy this morning,
Where the Sparrows and Chippies parade.
I meet with an old politician,
In front of a gilded Cafe;
He cackles, he prattles, he argues,
The party has gone to decay,
The swells from the clubs come a howling,
With girls in their suits tailor made.
It's how are you Waddy this morning,
Where the Sparrows and Chippies parade.
I nod to the clerk and the roundsman,
In front of a gilded Cafe;
The milkman, the butcher, the baker,
I give them a pleasant good-day,
The swells on the walk are a shouting,
No straws in their last lemonade.
It's how are you Waddy this morning,
Where the Sparrows and Chippies parade.
