Bb               Gb7         Bb          Gb7
                          THE WEST SO THEY SAY, IS THE HOME OF THE JAY,
                              Bb           Gm             C7
                          AND MIS-SOU-RI'S THE STATE THAT CAN GRIND THEM
                            F7
                            THIS MAY ALL BE, BUT JUST TAKE IT FROM ME,
                            F7                               Bb
                            YOU DON'T HAVE TO GO OUT WEST TO FIND THEM.
                             C7                       F   C7    F
                          IF YOU WANT TO SEE THE REAL JAY DEL-E-GA-TION,
                                 Bb              C7           F
                             THE PLACE WHERE THE REAL RU-BENS DWELL,
                            C7                    F     Cm  B°   F
                       JUST HOP ON A TRAIN AT THE GRAND CEN-TRAL STA-TION,
                                Gm  D    Gm   C7            F       F7
                            GET OFF WHEN THEY SHOUT "NEW RO-CHELLE."

               Bb          Gm            C7         F7                       Bb
         ON-LY FOR-TY-FIVE MIN-UTES FROM BROAD-WAY, THINK OF THE CHANG-ES IT BRINGS;
                           G7            Cm            G7             Cm
                   FOR THE SHORT TIME IT TAKES, WHAT A DIFF-'RENCE IT MAKES,
                             Gm          C7          F7  Cm7 F7
                          IN THE WAYS OF THE PEO-PLE AND THINGS.
              Bb         Gm            C7       F                     Bb
              OH! WHAT A FINE BUNCH OF RU-BENS, OH! WHAT A JAY AT-MOS-PHERE
                           G7             Cm          G7           Cm
                 THEY HAVE WHIS-KERS LIKE HAY, AND IM-AG-INE BROAD-WAY
                        Eb Ebm6 Bb          C7       F7   Bb
                        ON-LY   FOR-TY-FIVE MIN-UTES FROM HERE.

                          Bb         Gb7             Bb         Gb7
                    WHEN (THE)BUN-CO MEN HEAR THAT THEIR GAME IS SO NEAR,
                                 Bb             Gm            C7
                      THEY'LL BE SWARM-ING HERE THICK-ER THAN BEES ARE;
                          F7
                       IN BAR-NUM'S BEST DAYS, WHY HE NEV-ER SAW JAYS,
                         F7                               Bb
                         THAT WERE EAS-IER TO GET TO THAN THESE ARE.
                     C7                           F     C7   B°   G
                 YOU TELL THEM OLD JOKES AND THEY LAUGH TILL THEY SICK-EN;
                                   Bb           C7            F
                           THERE'S GIG-GLES AND GRINS HERE TO LET.
                       C7                         F   C7   B° F
                     I TOLD THEM THAT ONE A-BOUT "WHY DOES A  CHICK-EN"
                                 C7 D    Gm  C7            F   F7
                             THE RU-BENS ARE ALL LAUGH-ING YET.

             Bb          Gm            C7              F7                 Bb
             ON-LY FOR-TY-FIVE MIN-UTES FROM BROADWAY, NOT A CA-FE IN THE TOWN;
                             G7         Cm           G7         Cm
                     OH! THE PLACE IS A BIRD, NO ONE HERE EV-ER HEARD,
                               G7        C7          F  Cm7  F
                            OF DEL-MON-I-CO, REC-TOR OR BROWNE.
                              Bb          Gm            C7
                       WITH A TEN DOL-LAR BILL YOU'RE A SPEND-THRIFT;
                                      F7                 Bb
                               IF YOU O-PEN A BOT-TLE OF BEER.
                              G7            Cm          C7           Cm
                     YOU'RE A SPORT SO THEY SAY, AND IM-AG-INE BROAD-WAY
                           Eb Ebm6 Bb          C7       F7   Bb
                           ON-LY   FOR-TY-FIVE MIN-UTES FROM HERE.