Burning Up The Boulevard
(from the musical play, "The Talk of New York")
Written by George M. Cohen
Published 1907

[verse 1]
You'll hear a jumbling, mumbling,
Sort of puffing, crumbling, rumbling,
Look out there!
You'll see the dust a-flying,
hear a thousand voices crying,
Look out there!
Races are over, chauffeurs in clover,
Speed that is fright'ning,
fastern than light'ning,
Just see the thing go,
biff, bang and bango,
Mile a second someone reckoned,
Hold on tight.

[chorus]
When we burn up the Boulevard
Oh! how we go,
Oh! how we go.
Ev'ry motor cycle cop,
will give the counter sign to stop,
But no, no, no,
We never slow;
When we burn up the Boulevard

[verse 2]
When we're blazing up the "Bully"
At a pace that's wild and wooly,
Look out there!
You'd swear the thing would dump us,
when we bump the merry bumpus,
Look out there!
We like the dark way,
we take the Parkway;
Chauffeur is whistling,
he isn't list'ning,
Guess what we're doing,
billin and cooing,
Swiftly speeding, see we're leading,
Hold on tight.

[repeat chorus]