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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