Jakey Woolfenstein - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
JAKEY WOOLFENSTEIN. Written and sung by Gus Williams. 
His name vas Jakey Woolfenstein, Some folks dey call him Yorrick, In his button-hole he vears his nose, He can Fransay parra gorric; His hair's in Albany ringiets, His eyes are as you please; De girls dey call him Ostrich, Vich alvuys makes him sneeze. 
Chorus. Horse-Car, Horse-Car, my leetle pet, I'll meet you in de park of de wedder It Is vet; I'll sdrike you mit a tooth-pick, I'll treat you to Rhine Vine, Do pet of all de ladies vas Jakey Woolfenstein, 
His neck-tie vas his farder's socks, Dis mosd exquisite fellar; He reads do signs along do sdreed, Drough his ten-cent umbrella; His boots are tissue-paper, His board he vill not pay; He drinks plantation bitters, Und dis is vot he'll say-
Chorus. Olive oil! olive oil I you should hear him say, I must go und buy some meat for a cat across de way; Do ladies all together are standing in a line. To see de German masher, dot's Jakey Woolfenstein. 
He parts hfs hair beneath his chin. He vears his modder's collars; His farder has got lots of tin, He's vorth aboud dwo dollars; In big bananas he's got stock. In business he is sharp; You should hear him blay "Die Wackt am Rhine * Upon do Hebrew burp. 
Chorus. Very tart, very tart, dot's vot dey say, I musd carry Knox's banner for fifdeen cends a day; De ladies altogether are drinking foot Rhine Vine, To see de German darling, dot's jakey Woolfenstein.