H: You're the Greek who used to shout,
until the day you cut it out, "Yes, We Have No Bananas"
J: Yes, and they make-a me fell so sore,
I sell the banana store.
Now, I gotta no bananas!
H: So you bought this hot-dog stall.
J: No, I sell-a no dogs at all.
Pretty puppy, Pretty puppy, get um hot.
Pretty puppy, nice-a puppy, eat a whole lot.
H: Why, there's a dog they used to call Fritz; (Woof!)
He lives with a girl at the Ritz. (Woof woof!)
J: Pretty puppy, Pretty puppy, nice and brown
Smother them with mustard and they swim around
H: That looks just like Rosie's chow
Hiding in the mustard now!
J&H: Pretty puppy I love you!
H: I'm gonna come here ev'ry day
Then maybe I'm gonna hear you say
"Yes, We Have No Bananas".
J: No, me no like-a that business now
I sell plenty puppies now
And how
'Cause I gotta no bananas.
H: Have you got dough in the bank?
J: Sure! And I got these things to thank:
Pretty puppy, nice puppy, get 'em hot.
H: Pretty puppy, nice puppy? That's all rot!
J: Rotten! What a you mean? If you no like you no have to buy!
H: Don't be dumb...One more dog I'll try.
J: Pretty puppy, nice-a puppy, fine to eat.
H: I think that a frankfurter has got 'em beat.
J: An acrobat sold me this shop!
H: He could make you alley-up!
J&H: Pretty puppy, I love you.
Ev'ry dog must have his day.
That's what all the butchers say.
Pretty puppy, I love you.
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