At the high brown babies' ball / words and music by Benny Davis, Sid Erdman and Ernie Erdman
Davis, Benny, 1895-1979. “At the high brown babies' ball / words and music by Benny Davis, Sid Erdman and Ernie Erdman.” Digital Gallery. BGSU University Libraries, 16 June 2020, digitalgallery.bgsu.edu/collections/item/20138. Accessed 23 Jan. 2022.
|Title||At the high brown babies' ball / words and music by Benny Davis, Sid Erdman and Ernie Erdman|
|Subject||Balls (Parties) -- Songs and music|
|United States -- Race relations|
|Description||For voice and piano|
|Caption title: Cover illustrated by Lionel Reiss cop.2 has illustration of couple dancing|
|Back cover: Excerpts of I know what it means to be lonesome and I'm always building castles in the air|
|Creator||Davis, Benny, 1895-1979|
|Source||Sheet Music Collection; Music Library and Bill Schurk Sound Archives; University Libraries; Bowling Green State University|
|Publisher||New York : Leo. Feist Inc., c1919|
|Erdman, Ernie, 1879-1946|
|Reiss, Lionel S. (Lionel Sampson), 1894- Illustrator.|
|Alternative Title||First line of text: Sweetie dear, there's a taxi waitin';First line of chorus: When the band begins to play|
4274 Leo. Feist Inc
VERSE 01: Sweetie dear, there's a taxi waitin',/ Sweetie dear, don't be hesitatin',/ Soon we'll be, you and me,/ Dancin' 'round in high society./ Swell affair, Everybody's goin',/ Bring your dancin' shoes that's all,/ Come on babe, we're bound to make a showin' at the High Brown Babies' Ball.
CHORUS: When the band begins to play, Ev'ry one will start to sway,/ We'll start slow just for a bluff,/ and when I say "Let's go, babe!" do your stuff;/ We'll be "Johnny on the spot,"/ for what it takes we sure have got;/ We'll "Walk the Dog" and "Ball the Jack,"/ "Tickle Toe" forward then "Shimmie" back,/ We got to show some class, that's all,/ At the High Brown Babies' Ball.
VERSE 02: Sweetie dear, there'll be nothin' to it,/ Sweetie dear, you and me can do it,/ Don't be slow, come let's go,/ Ev'ry one there will envy us I know./ Sweetie dear, When we start our struttin',/ For our stuff they're bound to fall,/ Come on babe, for we won't stop at nothin' at the High Brown Babies' Ball.
|Original Format||1 score (3 p.) 28 cm|