Lyrics: We come from down at the gas house In a very worst part of the town The kids smoke cigars when their seven weeks old The gang that I go wit all eat at the grease Cause the meet is the toughest we found Some folks think the sea shore is got loads of class When we want fresh air we just point at the gas We come from down by the gas house In a wary white part of the town The francis dancers with me Golly gee, I'm as happy as can be He cursed me to dancing Cause that's what I love I sit in his arms Like all the mans love I wear a tuxedo and gee how it fits I look like the head waiter up at the ritz And I wear the gown that has 38 flicks Da-da-da-da-da-da