That Slippery Slide Trombone - Billy Murray & American Quartet (1912)
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"That Slippery Slide Trombone"
American Quartet
Victor 17090
1912
Music by Egbert Van Alstyne
Words by Harry H. Williams
The lyrics refer to a "Rathskeller." That means a basement tavern or basement restaurant. Germany has many.
Down, down, in an old Rathskeller, where
the strains of ragtime fill the cellar,
there's a musical man. Are you listening?
Grandstand trombone feller--weepy, creepy, music
mellow from his old trombone would slide.
And Lucy would shout as she hustled about just to
get up by his side. Oh, oh, oh slide me a ragtime slide.
Honey, honey, hear that tone on
that slippery slide trombone.
Ain't it beautiful? Tutti-fruitiful.
Honey, don't blow "Home Sweet Home." Stephen,
don't you even waste a breath to telephone.
Just slide, slide when you glide, glide,
glide to the music of your slide trombone.
Up, up from the old Rathskeller. Why,
they both slipped right up from the cellar
on a slippery night. Are you listening?
She and that young feller--they went out to slip
the preacher, but she slipped upon a stone.
She fell with a sprawl. He accompanied his doll on his slipp'ry
slide trombone. Oh, oh, oh, all that she did was moan.
Ain't it beautiful? Tutti-fruitiful.
Honey, don't blow "Home Sweet Home."
Stephen, don't you even waste a breath to telephone.
Just slide, slide when you glide, glide,
glide to the music of your slide trombone.
American Quartet
Victor 17090
1912
Music by Egbert Van Alstyne
Words by Harry H. Williams
The lyrics refer to a "Rathskeller." That means a basement tavern or basement restaurant. Germany has many.
Down, down, in an old Rathskeller, where
the strains of ragtime fill the cellar,
there's a musical man. Are you listening?
Grandstand trombone feller--weepy, creepy, music
mellow from his old trombone would slide.
And Lucy would shout as she hustled about just to
get up by his side. Oh, oh, oh slide me a ragtime slide.
Honey, honey, hear that tone on
that slippery slide trombone.
Ain't it beautiful? Tutti-fruitiful.
Honey, don't blow "Home Sweet Home." Stephen,
don't you even waste a breath to telephone.
Just slide, slide when you glide, glide,
glide to the music of your slide trombone.
Up, up from the old Rathskeller. Why,
they both slipped right up from the cellar
on a slippery night. Are you listening?
She and that young feller--they went out to slip
the preacher, but she slipped upon a stone.
She fell with a sprawl. He accompanied his doll on his slipp'ry
slide trombone. Oh, oh, oh, all that she did was moan.
Ain't it beautiful? Tutti-fruitiful.
Honey, don't blow "Home Sweet Home."
Stephen, don't you even waste a breath to telephone.
Just slide, slide when you glide, glide,
glide to the music of your slide trombone.