A popular song from 1922.
Words by William A. Downs and John W. Bratton.
Music by John W. Bratton.
The sheet music:
Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:
Lyrics
- Tillie loved Billie, and Billie loved Tillie
Away down on Avenue B
She worked in Woolworth’s, the old five and ten
Her rings were louder than any Big Ben
Bill was a chauffeur and each week he’d go for
This dapper young flapper at five
He’d fix the old meter, and then he would seat her
Beside him and off they would drive
Refrain
On a Saturday night, on a Sat, Sat, Saturday night
He’d shoot around corners and speed around curves
Until she would holler, “Bill don’t spill me nerves”
On a lovely Saturday night, on a Sat, Sat, Saturday night
She’d say, “Give her gas Bill and make a homerun”
Then they’d hit a milk truck that morning at One
And wind up in jail singing “Ain’t we got fun?”
On a Sat, Sat, Saturday night
- Tillie was some belle, and called Bill her dumbbell
Away down on Avenue B
Bill said his car was a Yuban Sedan
Ground like an old coffee mill when it ran
One night the flivver ran into the river
‘Twas mushy and slushy for fair
But Bill’s face was beaming
The Yuban was steaming
So they had their coffee down there
Refrain
On a Saturday night, on a Sat, Sat, Saturday night
Bill’s manners are better since Till put him wise
He eats with a fork like Fifth Avenue guys
On a lovely Saturday night, on a Sat, Sat, Saturday night
He’s been learning etiquette and he’s a “Wow”
He ought to thank Tillie for teaching him how
‘Cause Bill never drinks from a finger bowl now
On a Sat, Sat, Saturday night
Refrain
On a Saturday night, on a Sat, Sat, Saturday night
He once brought her home in a terrible rain
And Tillie said, “If you go home it’s a shame”
On a rainy Saturday night, on a Sat, Sat, Saturday night
She said you will ruin the best suit you own
So take Father’s bedroom, he sleeps there alone
For since prohibition he never comes home
On a Sat, Sat, Saturday night
Sung here by Fred Feild: