The Yiddisha Professor

The Yiddisha Professor - Monroe Silver/Irving Berlin

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 every 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

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

Abie Cohen Abie Cohen

Wears his hair like an actor

It's as long as his arms

He never cuts it off and

Everyone 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

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

Abie Cohen Abie Cohen

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