CROCODILE ISLE

CROCODILE ISLE
Song
Thedore Morse
Jack Drislane
F. B. Haviland, New York
One of the many “novelty” songs, in this case about alligator luggage, that has fun at the expense of the “natives.”

Far off in Egypt’s lands
Down by the silv’ry Nile
On its sunbeaten sands
There lived a crocodile,
He loved a green skin maid,
But she seemed so afraid
And said she’d rather roam away,
Though he called her “love” and “dear,”
And he whispered into her ear:

CHORUS:
“Don’t go away and leave me,
Why don’t you stay and spoon!
If you should go, t’would grieve me,
Stay ‘neath the silv’ry moon;
I like your stylish manner,
Linger a little while,
I’ve got a tale to tell you, [’bout what?]
‘Bout Crocodile Isle.”

Once, in a dry goods store,
They met one summer’s day,
Side by side, on the floor,
‘Mong leather goods so gay,
He said, “I told you so”
We had no right to go,
No right to leave the sunny Nile;
You’re simply a lady’s purse,
You remember my love-sick verse:”

Egypt
CROCODILE ISLE