YIP-I-ADDY-I-AY

Young Herman von Bellow
A musical fellow
Played on a big cello each night
Sweet melodies rare
In a dance garden where
Dancers danced round and round with delight.
One night he saw dancing
A maid so entrancing
His heart caught on fire inside
And music so mellow
He sawed on his cello
She waltzed up to him and she cried,
"Yip di ada di ay, di ay
Yip di ada di ay,
I don't care what becomes of me 
When you play me that sweet melody
Yip di ada di ay, di ay,
My heart wants to holler hurray,
Sing of joy, sing of bliss
Home was never like this!
Yip di ada di ay!"

Now some kinds of music
Make me sick and you sick
And some kinds is perfectly grand
But the tune that von Bellow
Tore off on his cello
Was that "I'd leave home for you" brand.
So look not nor dally
To welcome home Sally
Who went to New York for the ride
For the night that von Bellow
Cut loose on his cello
She tore up her tickets and cried,
"Yip di ada di ay, di ay!
Yip di ada di ay!
I don't care what becomes of me
When you play me that sweet melody
Yip di ada di ay, di ay,
My heart wants to holler hurray!
(Hurray!)
Sing of joy, sing of bliss,
Home was never like this!
Yip, di ada di ay!"

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A FINAL NOTE:

Ladies and Gentlemen:

  Many other lyrics I could mention.
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       ©1987,1997, D. Meyer