Tra La La La La
Composer(s): Andrew B. Sterling - Harry Von Tilzer



Sweet Marie from gay Paree 
Came here to go upon the stage 
Sweet Marie a hit was she 
And soon became the public rage 
Every night it was a sight 
To see the Johnnies fall in line 
On bended knee you'd hear this please 
Oh sweet Marie come please be mine

Sweet Marie was wise you see 
She always knew her little book 
Diamond rings and other things 
That came her way she always took 
Winning smile and taking style 
Took costly presents by the score 
She'd take each lad for all he had 
And then she'd take him to the door

Tra la la la la she'd always say 
Tra la la la la in accent day 
Pretty baby if I let you play wize me 
You might get too gay and free 
Tra la la la la My Yankee boy 
Tra la la la la you bring much joy 
But if I go out and take ze motor ride
Why you might want to pull down ze blind inside 
And zen you try to get a little fly 
So I better 
Tra la la la la
Tra la la la la come ça

Tra la la la la ze naughty child 
Tra la la la la he get too wild
If I ever give to sweet pa pa one kiss 
Zen he'll know what real love is 
Tra la la la la 
Oh you baby 
Tra la la la la I know cherie 
That when you say zat with love your heart is full 
I know zats only what Yankee call ze "bull" 
And if I let you get ze kiss I bet 
Why then I know you'll 
Tra la la la la 
Tra la la la la come ça