At The Panama Pacific Fair
Words and Music by Laura Schick King
Published 1914

There's a place to go, where the breezes, blow,
Way out West by the golden gate
You can have a time, in that sunny clime,
California the golden state
Now the time 'twould seem,
Will be Nineteen Fifteen,
When ev'rybody will be there
San Francisco's the place, in this particular case,
At the Panama Pacific Fair.

[chorus]
For there'll be English maid from England, there'll be Japanese from Japan,
There'll be Swedish girls with their yellow curls,
There'll be Zulus from Zulu Land,
There'll be Spanish Senoritas, there'll be girls from ev'rywhere,
But THE DEAR OLD AMERICAN GIRL will shine,
At the Panama Pacific Fair.

Ev'ry one must know, as the songsters show,
San Francisco is sure a bear
Just one thing to do, then you'll know it's true,
That is this don't miss being there
So hop on a train, or you'll go insane,
They're coming in from ev'rywhere
That you'll never regret, will be a pretty safe bet,
On the Panama Pacific Fair.

[repeat chorus]