Way Up Some T in my ear and me
Oh, you New York girls,
can't you dance polka?
As I went down the Broadway
one evening in July
I met a maid who asked my trade
and the sailor John says I am gal
Way Up Some T in my ear and me
Oh, you New York girls,
can't you dance for her?
So Tiffany's I took her,
I didn't care expense
I bought her two gold earrings
and they cost me fifteen cents
On the way up some tea,
my dear, and me
Oh, you New York girls,
can't you dance for her?
Says she, you lime -juice tailor,
now see me home you may
But when we reach the cottage door,
she says to me
Underway, absentee, my dear, I'm me
Oh, you New York girls,
can't you dance the polka?
This last man, he's a Yankee
With his haircut short behind
He wears a pair of long -leg boots
And he sailed the Black Bull line
Underway, absentee, my dear, I'm me
Oh, you New York girls,
can't you dance the polka?
He's sailing home this evening,
and with me he will stay
So get a move on, sailor boy,
get cracking on your way
On the way up some sea, my dear, and me
Oh, you New York girls,
can't you dance the polka?
On the way up some sea,
my dear, and me
Oh, you New York girls,
can't you dance the polka?
I joined a Yankee blood boat,
and sailed away next morn'
Don't ever fool around with girls,
you're safer off pay -for 'n
And the way of Santee, my dear, and me
Oh, you New York girls can't dance polka
And the way of Santee, my dear, and me
Oh, you New York girls
can't dance polka . . .