Hello America, Hello
At a wireless telephone
A Yankee boy sat all alone,
In a foreign land where he took his stand,
Far away from home.
“What’s the matter, Operator?”
I heard him say,
“Can’t you see I’m in an awful hurry,
Why this delay, Hello, hello,”
“Go ahead there’s your party.”
Hello America, Hello,
I thought I’d phone and let you know that I’m returning,
To the land that gave me birth,
To the greatest place on earth,
And the folks at home that I left alone
Way down in Dixie,
What Ho, America, What Ho!
Just tell the sweetest girl I know,
That someday, when the sun is sinking in the West,
I’ll say to the land that I love the best,
Hello America, Hello!
“What’s the trouble wireless man,
Why should I wait in Amsterdam,
For an hour or two on account of you?
Tell me if you can.”
“Just a minute, Mister Yankee,
Please hold the line,
And I’ll try to get you back your party,
Just take your time, Hello, hello,
Go ahead they are waiting.”