The Argentines, the Portuguese and the Greeks / by Arthur M. Swanstrom and Carey Morgan

VERSE 01: Columbus discovered America in Fourteen ninety two/Then came the English And the Dutch the Frenchman and the Jew/Then came the Swede and the Irishman/Who helped the country grow/Still they keep a coming and now ev’ry where you go.
VERSE 02: I am in love with the sweetest girl/And the sweetest girl loves me/But though she’s sweet and hard to beat our ideas don’t agree/I like to eat in the swell cafes/Terrapin and wine/My girl has a diff’rent craze and she just loves to dine.
CHORUS 01: There’s the Argentines, and the Portuguese the Armenians and the Greeks./One sells you papers one shines your shoes and the other shaves the whiskers off your cheeks/When you ride again/In a subway train and notice who has all the seats/And you’ll find they’re held by the Argentines, and the Portuguese and the Greeks
CHORUS 02: With the Argentines, and the Portuguese the Armenians and the Greeks/She loves to grolic down among the garlic and her breath will knock you over when she speaks/But the thing I dread/Is the year we’re wed and our child is aged three weeks/It will look just like all the Argentines, and the Portuguese and the Greeks/With the Greeks.
CHORUS 03: There’s the Oldsmobile, and the Hupmobile, and the Cadillac, and the Ford/They are the motors you and I can own the kind most anybody can afford/But the Cunninghams/And the Mercedes and the Rolls Royce racing freaks/Ah! They all belong to the Argentines, and the Portuguese and the Greeks
CHORUS 04: There’s the Argentines, and the Portuguese the Armenians and the Greeks/They don’t know the language they don’t know the law/But they vote in the country of the free/And a funny thing/When we start to sing “My Country ‘tis of thee”/None of us know the words but the Argentines, and the Portuguese and the Greeks
CHORUS 05: There’s the Argentines, and the Portuguese the Armenians and the Greeks/They all love the “licker” they don’t gives nickel/For the stuff that runs in rivers, brooks, and creeks/So there’ll come a day/When they’ll sail away/From this land where laws are freaks/And we’ll all be aboard with the Argentines, and the Portuguese and the Greeks
CHORUS 06: There’s the Little flat, where you hang your hat,/Has a mystery I’ll explain/The janitor is Irish, the hall boy is a coon, and the elevator fellow is a Dane/But who is the gent/That collects the rent/At the end of each four weeks/Ah! That is all done by the Argentines, and the Portuguese and the Greeks