[1st verse:]

Abie Cohen, Abie Cohen

Went to Paris and Germany and learned how to play

On the piano, now he's making money out of sight

Giving concerts ev'ry night

Come along, come along

For the half of a dollar, you can get in the hall

Sit in the gallery and you'll be glad to pay

When you hear young Abraham play



[chorus:]

Come and hear the Yiddisha professor, Mister Abie Cohen

Abie Cohen

Come and hear him tickling the piano in a first class Yiddisha tone

I would never kiss him on the lips

But I'd kiss him on the finger tips

Oy, such a much is the touch that lingers

In his Yiddisha fingers

He can make a second hand piano sound the same as new

More yet too

He can play some sentimental melody

And break the heart of a stone

When his melody begins to pour

Then your wishbone wishes for some more

Come along and listen to the Yiddisha professor, Mister Abie Cohen



[2nd verse:]

Abie Cohen, Abie Cohen

Wears his hair like an actor, it's as long as his arms

He never cuts it off and ev'ryone who sees his hair

Looks and hollers, "It's a bear"

Come along, come along

Have a look at the diamond that he wears on his hand

When he is fingering, and just to see that gent

Makes you think of seven per cent