We’re a couple of swellsWe stop at the best hotelsBut we prefer the country far away from the city smellsWe’re a couple of sportsThe pride of the tennis courtsIn June, July and August we look cute when we’re dressed in shortsThe Vanderbilts have asked us up for teaWe don’t know how to get there, no sireeNo, sireeWe would drive up the Avenue, but we haven’t got the priceWe would skate up the Avenue, but there isn’t any iceWe would ride on a bicycle, but we haven’t got a bikeSo we’ll walk up the AvenueYes, we’ll walk up the AvenueAnd to walk up the Avenue’s what we likeWall Street bankers are weWith plenty of currencyWe’d open up the safe but we forgot where we put the keyWe’re the favorite ladsOf girls in the picture adsWe’d like to tell you who we kissed last night but we can’t be cadsThe Vanderbilts are waiting at the clubBut how are we to get there, that’s the rubThat’s the rubWe would sail up the Avenue, but we haven’t got a yachtWe would drive up the Avenue, but the horse we had was shotWe would ride on a trolley car but we haven’t got the fareSo we’ll walk up the AvenueYes, we’ll walk up the AvenueYes, we’ll walk up the Avenue till we’re thereWe would swim up the Avenue but we haven’t any lakeSo we’ll walk up the AvenueYes, we’ll walk up the AvenueYes, a walk up the Avenue’s what we’ll take