At the Yiddisher ball / lyrics by Joe McCarthy music by Harry Piani

VERSE 1: In our neighborhood we have, what you call,/ Once a year a sociable ball,/ What a time, there's everything you wish/ Ev'ry one is dressed from soup to fish;/ You take Rifky, she looks pretty nifty,/ Don't you mind to bring the lunch, it only costs you fifty;/ There'll be wine and ev'ry thing that's fine/ At the yiddish sociable ball.
CHORUS: At the ball, at the ball, at the yiddisher ball,/ There'll only be class, or there'll be nothing at all,/ And when that orchestra plays/ Yiddish kazotskys and Bombershays,/ At the ball, at the ball, and the yiddisher ball/ We'll make monkey doodles 'round the hall,/ Out upon the floor I'll be Jakey on the spot,/ Doing the kosher turkey trot,/ At that first class yiddisher sociable,/ (Remember, fifty cents admits the ladies and the gents)/ At that first class yiddisher sociable ball.
VERSE 2: I have tickets here I don't want to keep,/ Say you'll come, I'll give you them cheap;/ I'll sing there if you will surely com,/ I'll knock them from the seats singing Chill-i-bom-bom;/ A theatre won't be half so good,/ Don't stay away treat yourself just like you should,/ Once a year, you know, you should appear/ At the yiddish sociable ball.