I'm an old man of 67. This song was my grandmother's favorite, since she heard it played in a "speakeasy" in the 1920s. By the way, I was the only kid in the first-grade, who knew what "bathtub-hootch" was. "Twenty-three skidoo!"
Yes sir, that's my baby That's my baby No sir, I don't mean maybe Yes sir, that's my baby now Yes, ma'am, we've decided No ma'am, we ain't gonna hide it Yes, ma'am, you're invited now By the way By the way When we walk up to the preacher I'll say "Yes sir, that's my baby No sir, I don't mean maybe Yes sir, that's my baby now" By the way By the way When we'll run into the preacher I'll say I'll say, "Yes sir, that's my baby No sir, I don't mean maybe Yes sir, that's my baby now"
I read the name of this song in the novel written by John estein beck called the grapes of wrath, then I searched it. It was really funny and amazing to hear from a hundred yrs ago.
