The Ragtime Violon (Extrait De La Comédie Musicale « La Parade Du Printemps ») - Fred Astaire, Ирвинг Берлин

Mister Brown, Mister Brown had a violin

Went around, all around with his violin

Lawdy, how he play’d it, sway’d it, made it moan so beautiful

Anna Lize, Anna Lize heard his violin

Roll’d her eyes, roll’d her eyes at his violin

Lawdy, how he lov’d her, turtledoved 'er

When Anna would cry

Fiddle up, fiddle up on your violin

Lay right on it, rest your chin upon it Doggone you better begin

And play an overture upon your violin

Hurry up, hurry up with your violin

Make it sooner, don’t you stop to tune 'er

Fid, fid, fid, fiddle the middle of your ragtime violin

Mister Brown, Mister Brown at a fancy ball

Sat around, sat around, sat around the hall

Wouldn’t take a chance to dance because the band was terrible

Anna Lize, Anna Lize hit upon a plan

Roll’d her eyes, roll’d her eyes at the leaderman

Took his fiddle down to Mister Brown to Just kiss him and cry