AHTER 1917 WWI Song - Where Do We Go from Here

Max drove a hag up and down Broadway Pat had one expression and he'd use it every day Anytime he'd grab a bear to take them for a ride Patty jumped upon his seat, pranked his whip and cried Where do we go from here, boys? Where do we go from here?

And he went from Harlem to a dirty, dirty, hear When Pat would fly a pretty girl, he'd whisper in her ear Oh, joy, oh, boy, where do we go from here? Oh joy oh boy where we go from here One fine day on Broadway, Pat was driving past When the three were close, the pieces by his subway flag

Down the whole port had he went to thinkin' of his hands Then he said that he I think these four to be my land Where we go from here, boy where we go from here And he did what in direct but then he had to hear He saw a death that next to him and was for dinner

Boy, where do we go from here? Boy, boy, where do we go from here? One by night, had the time, had the lawful time Took a bunch of ladies who was well-capped, so dined When the waiter came around the lady's ordered wine Patty scratched his head of it and harlot knocked her mind

Where do we go from here? Boy, where do we go from here? After that I've made me happy, I've been here to be My mouth be thin, Scaven't my pocket's not that weird Oh joy, oh boy, Where do we go from here?

Oh joy, oh boy, Where do we go from here? Every day on the fighting line Pat is doing all he can Of course he's doing fine When the soldiers hear him Sing it thin, thin full of flea You can make them happy If you think the word would be When we go from here, boy, when we go from here