A patriotic song from 1941.
Words by Joe White.
Music by E. Skidmore Hughes.
The sheet music:
Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:
Lyrics
Oh! Come all you music collectors
And list to the tale that I tell
Of three “First Edition” detectors
On “Second Editions” they’re swell: Oh!
Choruses
Shapiro, Townsend and Stone
Shapiro, Townsend and Stone
Three pals, yes sirree
But they’re jealous can be
Of Shapiro, Townsend and Stone
Shapiro, Townsend and Stone
The reason women leave home
The girls all turn white
And they shiver with fright
At Shapiro, Townsend and Stone
Shapiro’s feeling so sore
For he lost his “lure” and his “lore”
He left out a line
On page seventy-nine
He blames Dichter-Dichter-and Dichter
When Townsend gets something new
A star spangled banner or two
The boys try to grin
While he’s rubbing it in
On Shapiro, Shapiro and Stone
Oh! Stone once picked up a trunk
‘Twas full of confederate “junk”
It cost him four bucks
And it “het” up those “clucks”
Shapiro, Townsend, not Stone
These three have a shadow named Lloyd
My God, what a solemn old “boid”
He’ll hem and he’l haw
“Incidentally”, he’s for
Jeepers – Creepers – and Keepers
Oh! Harry Dichter’s the guy
Who sells music low and buys high
He started a book
And now just take a look
At Shapiro – Shapiro – Shapiro
Les Levy, the Baltimore Kid
He picked up a “whistler”, he did
And just for a laugh
Why, he tore it in half
Which ruined our pal, Malcolm Stone
Joe White, that radio kid
Oh! He risked his life yes he did
A chance dhe once took
And he showed the same book
To Shapiro, Townsend and Stone