IN SAN DOMINGO
(Sam M. Lewis, Joe Young / Ted Snyder,   1917)


"Chickee Choo," that was all she said to me; 
"Chickee Choo," on an island in the sea; 
I was blue, just as blue as I could be;
But "Chickee Choo," seemed to cheer me instantly. 
Out of a million or more, 
Who come to visit the shore; 
It really seemed like fate, that she should wait for me; 
Out on that tropical isle, I had to linger awhile, 
She won me with her smile; 
It had to be.

"Chickee Choo," every time she whispered this; 
"Chickee Choo," I would steal a little kiss; 
All the while, I just had to wear a smile; 
For "Chickee Choo," seemed to fill my heart with bliss. 
It wasn't just what she said, 
That seemed to go to my head; 
She was a little bear, and here and there was less; 
Although she wiggled around, 
She never covered much ground, 
When she said, "Chickee Choo," I answered "yes."

In San Domingo 'neath starry skies, 
I couldn't understand her "lingo," 
But I could read this in her eyes (Chickee Choo, I love you) 
One day by "jingo"! I held her hand; 
And I could feel my heart go "bingo" 
Down in San Domingo Land.