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.