Gid-Ap, Garibaldi!

Lyric: Howard Johnson & Billy Moll
Music: Harry Warren
Year: 1927
Original publisher: Shapiro, Bernstein & Co., Inc.

Verse 1:

Tony had a pony, what you call da nice-a da horse,
With a wagon he would sell the veg'tables, of course;
Garibaldi was the name of Tony's nice-a ponee,
Tony drove him all around in little Italy.
When a lady she's refuse to buy,
Tony, he's get mad and start to cry:

Chorus 1:

What's-a matter, Matriootch,
You no like-a my cabootch?
No? Gid-ap, Garibaldi.
What's-a matter, Antonette,
You no like-a my spagett?
No? Gid-ap, Garibaldi.
Uptown, downtown, I go all the day,
Sacramento, I give da stuff away.
What's-a matter Margareet,
Don't Italeean people eat?
No? Gid-ap, Garibaldi.

Patter:

Ho, ho, ho,
Oh, the bus'ness, he's-a slow,
La-la-la-la-la-la-la, ah!
La-la-la-la-la-la-la.
Hey, hey, hey,
Ev'rybody walk away,
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, ah!
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha.
If you no like da strawberry,
Da gooseberry, da blackberry,
If you no like-a no berry,
I give you da razzberry.

Chorus 2:

What's-a matter, Josephine,
You no like da string-a bean?
No? Gid-ap, Garibaldi.
What's-a matter Rose Marie,
You no like da green-a pea?
No? Gid-ap, Garibaldi.
Ho, ho, ho, if nobody buy today,
Garibaldi won't get any hay.
Try da garlic, Isabel,
Guarantee-a not to smell (whew!),
No? Gid-ap, Garibaldi.
Whoa, stop, back hup,
Hey wop, wadda-ya say?
No? Gid-ap, Garibaldi.

Verse 2:

Tony knew the first-a name of ev'ry lady he'd meet,
He would yell at all of them as he'd go down the street.
When they'd poke-a fun at Garibaldi, Tony's a-said,
Nunja holler "oats" at him or else he'll drop-a dead.
When the veg'tables commence to rot,
Tony cried "Dis job is good for not";

[Chorus 1, Patter, Chorus 2]