"That Slippery Slide Trombone"<br /><br />American Quartet<br /><br />Victor 17090<br /><br />1912<br /><br />Music by Egbert Van Alstyne<br /><br />Words by Harry H. Williams<br /><br />The lyrics refer to a "Rathskeller." That means a basement tavern or basement restaurant. Germany has many.<br /><br />Down, down, in an old Rathskeller, where <br />the strains of ragtime fill the cellar,<br />there's a musical man. Are you listening?<br /><br />Grandstand trombone feller--weepy, creepy, music <br />mellow from his old trombone would slide.<br /><br />And Lucy would shout as she hustled about just to <br />get up by his side. Oh, oh, oh slide me a ragtime slide.<br /><br />Honey, honey, hear that tone on <br />that slippery slide trombone.<br />Ain't it beautiful? Tutti-fruitiful.<br /><br />Honey, don't blow "Home Sweet Home." Stephen, <br />don't you even waste a breath to telephone.<br /><br />Just slide, slide when you glide, glide, <br />glide to the music of your slide trombone.<br /><br />Up, up from the old Rathskeller. Why, <br />they both slipped right up from the cellar<br />on a slippery night. Are you listening?<br /><br />She and that young feller--they went out to slip <br />the preacher, but she slipped upon a stone.<br /><br />She fell with a sprawl. He accompanied his doll on his slipp'ry <br />slide trombone. Oh, oh, oh, all that she did was moan.<br /><br />Ain't it beautiful? Tutti-fruitiful.<br /><br />Honey, don't blow "Home Sweet Home."<br />Stephen, don't you even waste a breath to telephone.<br /><br />Just slide, slide when you glide, glide, <br />glide to the music of your slide trombone.
