HOW DO YOU DO, MR. McCUE?
Copyright, 1893, by Spauldling & Kornder.
Words and Music by Wm. Beebe.
Jimmie McCue, as every one knew,
Had the only saloon on the block;
He'd friends by the score, a hundred or more,
Who daily would sample his stock.
They all got the "tip," if they wanted a "nip,"
When they couldn't dig up a lone dime,
To say "How do ye do, Mister Mac, how are you?"
And he'd set up the drinks every time.
"How do you do, Mister McCue" is what you'll hear them say;
'How do you do, Mister McCue? How are you to-day?"
"How do you do, Mister McCue?" is the old familiar way
They greet his "nobs" the first thing every morning.
Jimmie got swelled when caucus was held,
And they asked him for office to run;
He gave them his name, election day came,
It cost him a barrel of "mon."
They all shake his hand, and they swear that they'll stand
By the new alderman, Jim McCue:
But he's "onto" their game, when they always exclaim,
"How d'ye do, Mister Mac, how are you?" -Chorus.
Alderman Mac now rides in a hack,
He is one of the swells of the ward:
He "cuts quite a dash," has plenty of cash.
And uses it free as a "lord."
A "nabob" for sure, he forgets he was poor,
He has "shook" his old friends for the new;
It's the 'ristociats now, who will scrape and will how,
"How d'ye do, Mister Mac, how are you?" - Chorus.