Mischa, Jascha, Toscha, Sascha

A 1932 popular song.
Words by Arthur Francis
Music by George Gershwin

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The sheet music:

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Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:

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Lyrics

1. We really think you ought to know
   That we were born right in the middle
   Of darkest Russia
   When we were three years old or so
   We all began to play the fiddle
   In darkest Russia
   When we began our notes were sour
   Until a man, Professor Auer
   Set out to show us, one and all
   How we could pack them in, in Carnegie Hall

Chorus
Temp’ramental Oriental
Gentlemen are we
Mischa, Jascha, Toscha, Sascha
Fiddle le fiddle le dee
We give credit when it’s due
But then you must agree
That outside of dear old Fritz
All the fiddle concert hits are
Mischa, Jascha, Toscha, Sascha
Fiddle le fiddle le dee

Chorus
Temp’ramental Oriental
Gentlemen are we
Mischa, Jascha, Toscha, Sascha
Fiddle le fiddle le dee
We’re not high-brows, we’re not low-brows
Anyone can see
You don’t have to use a chart
To see we’re He-brows from the start
Just Mischa, Jascha, Toscha, Sascha
Fiddle le fiddle le dee

Chorus
Temp’ramental Oriental
Gentlemen are we
Mischa, Jascha, Toscha, Sascha
Fiddle le fiddle le dee
Shakespeare says: “What’s in a name?”
With him we disagree
Names like Sammy, Max or Moe
Never bring the heavy dough
Just Mischa, Jascha, Toscha, Sascha
Fiddle le fiddle le dee

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Sung here by Fred Feild: