We're a couple of swellsWe stop at the best hotelsBut we prefer the country far away from the city smells
We're a couple of sportsThe pride of the tennis courtsIn June, July and August, we look cute when we're dressed in shorts
The Vanderbilts have asked us up for teaWe don't know how to get there, no, sirr-ee
We 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 of a bicyle but we haven't got a bikeSo we'll walk up the avenueYes, we'll walk up the avenue'Cause to walk up the avenue's what we're like
Wall Street bankers are weWith plenty of currencyWe'd open up the safe, but we forgot where we put the key
We're the favourite ladsOf girls in the picture adsWe'd like to tell you who we kissed last night, but we can't be cads
The Vanderbilts are waiting at the clubBut how are we to get there, that's the rub
We 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 there!