CLEMENTINE (FROM NEW ORLEANS)
Harry Warren (m) Henry Creamer (l) 

as recorded by Kate Smith
May 26th 1927 New York


Say, look up the street,
Look up the street right now!
Hey, look at her feet,
Isn't she neat, and how!
Oh, ain't she a darlin',
Oh, isn't she sweet,
That baby you're wild to meet!

Here comes Miss Clementine,
That baby from New Orleans,
She's only seventeen,
But what a queen, oh my!
She has those flashing eyes,
The kind that can hypnotise,
And when she rolls 'em, pal,
Just kiss your gal goodbye!

And oh, oh, oh, when she starts dancing,
She plays a mean castanet
You won't forget, I mean,
Down in that Creole town
Are wonderful gals around,
But none like Clementine from New Orleans!

Now, you talk about Tobasco mamas,
Lulu Belles and other charmers,
She's the baby that made the farmers
Raise a lot of cane!
She vamped a guy named Old Bill Bailey,
In the dark she kissed him gaily,
Then he threw down his ukelele
And he prayed for rain!

Look out for Clementine,
That baby from New Orleans.
She's only seventeen,
But what a queen, oh my!
She has two yearning lips,
But her kisses are burning pips.
They make the fellows shout,
Lay right down and die die die!

Her dancing movements
Have improvements,
She shakes a mean tambourine
Out where the grass is green.
I've seen asbestos dames
Who set the whole town in flames,
But none like Clementine from New Orleans!




(Transcribed by Peter Akers - July 2017)