A 1923 popular song
Words by Jack Yellen and Billy Nosalg.
Music by Milford Capman.
The sheet music:
Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:
Lyrics
- Say, I know a wise-crackin’ guy
I’m wonderin’ how he gets by
But he’s kept alive since Eighteen Ninety-five
And nobody seems to know why
He’s one of those four flushin’ “boids”
That no one can picture with “woids”
Just one of those ginks who is nix, but he thinks
That he’s the giraffe’s adenoids
Chorus
And he’ll always be one of those guys
There ain’t no use puttin’ him wise
‘Cause good common sense is a thing he ain’t got
If his brains was ink they would not make a dot
He’s just one of those cake-eatin’ guys
And he draws mosquitoes and flies
When he’s with the ladies he sure is a bear
He rides them in street cars to give them fresh air
And matches them coins to see who pays the fare
And he’ll always be one of those guys
- There’s nothing beneath this guy’s hood
He’d like to be smart if he could
But there’s not a chance, you can see at a glance
This baby is out for no good
There’s nothing about him that’s real
He’s just a bum card in the deal
Wherever you’re bound, you will find him around
Like O-Sullivan he’s on your heel
Chorus
And he’ll always be one of those guys
He loves to wear lavender ties
He keeps all his dough in a bag on his chest
When he changes a quarter he must get undressed
You can see he’s some kind of a nut
He looks like the son of King Tut
He carries a violet in his lapel
He eats down at Child’s then to show that he’s swell
He picks his teeth outside the Astor Hotel
And he’ll always be one of those guys
(extra choruses are on the sheet music)
Sung here by Laurence Rubenstein: