Ballin' The Jack (11-30-39) - Eddie Condon

Got an invitation to visit Manhattan

With my highfalutin' kin

Sent off to the catalog to get some clothes

Felt so stylish from my head to my toes

Seen all the sights and I even did some flirtin'

I was doin' alright till my feet started hurtin'

So I kicked off my shoes when I thought they couldn’t see

But they must have, 'cos this is what they all said to me

Put your shoes on, Lucy, don’t you know you’re in the city

Put your shoes on, Lucy, it’s really such a pity

That Lucy can’t go barefoot wherever she goes

'Cause she loves to feel the wiggle of her toes

Put your shoes on Lucy 'cause you’re here in old New York

You’ll get by alrighty if you let 'em hear you talk

All the city slickers love that southern drawl

So give 'em that «Honey chile"and «Hi, y’all»

Lucy, let the good things happen

Lucy, won’t you stop that gapin'

How you act will be the death of me

Don’t they have skyscrapers down in Tennessee

Put your shoes on, Lucy, even though they kinda pinch

Stop baulkin', you gotta do some walkin', it’s a cinch

Use your party manners, you’ll need them and how

Put your shoes on Lucy, you’re a big girl now