A song from The New 1923 Ziegfeld Follies.
Words by Clarke and Leslie.
Adapted by Harry Warren.
Arranged by Ross Gorman.
The sheet music:
Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:
Lyrics
1. His name was Percy Brown
A chap from London town
Immensely wealthy, but just a bit unhealthy
He heard his friends suggest
A sunny clime was best
He went by motor and one day said, “I’m blest”
Chorus:
So this, so this is Venice
‘Pon my word, by jove, it’s Venice
There’s water on the Highways
And there’s water on the Byways
Thru’ my monocle, it’s so comical
All these ferries
Oh I think-i-o, strike me pink-i-o
It’s the berries
So this is Venice! I wonder
Where a man can park his car?
2. The way Venetians dress
To Percy seems a mess
They wear galoshes and rubber mackintoshes
“The thing’s all wet,” he writes
“I’d rather spend my nights
In silk pajamas instead of swimming tights”