Rock Island

Rock Island Lyrics

Rock Island Song Lyrics

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1st salesman: Cash for the merchandise, cash for the button hooks
3rd salesman: Cash for the cotton goods, cash for the hard goods
1st Salesman: Cash for the fancy goods, cash for the soft goods
2nd salesman: Cash for the noggins and the piggins and the frikins
3rd Salesman: Cash for the hogshead, cask and demijohn. Cash for the crackers and the pickels and the flypaper
4th Salesman: Look whatayatalk. whatayatalk, whatayatalk, whatayataalk, whatayatalk?
5th Salesman: Weredayagitit?
4th Salesman: Whatayatalk?
1st Salesman: Ya can talk, ya can talk, ya can bicker, ya can talk, ya can bicker, bicker, bicker, ya can talk, ya can talk, ya can talk, talk, talk, talk, bicker, bicker, bicker, ya can talk all ya wanna, but it's different then it was.
Charlie: No it ain't, no it ain't, but ya gotta know the territory.
Rail car: Chi, chi, chi, chi, chi, chi, chi.
3rd Salesman: Why it's the Model T Ford made the trouble, made the people wanna go, wanna get, wanna get, wanna get up and go
seven eight, nine, ten, twelve, fourteen, twenty-two, twenty-three miles to the county seat
1st Salesman: Yes sir, yes sir
3rd Salesman: Who's gonna patronize a little bitty two by four kinda store anymore?
4th Salesman: Whaddaya talk, whaddaya talk.
5th Salesman: Where do you get it?
Charlie: Not the Model T at all, take a gander at the store, at the Modren store, at the present day store, at the present day mondren departmentalized groc'ry store.
4th Salesman: Whatayatalk. whatayatalk, whatayatalk, whatayataalk, whatayatalk.
Newspaper Reader 1: Wheredayagetit?
4th Salesman: Whatayatalk. whatayatalk, whatayatalk,
Newspaper Reader 1: Wheredayagetit?
1st Salesman: Ya can talk, ya can bicker, ya can talk, ya can bicker, ya can talk, talk, talk, talk, bicker, bicker, bicker, ya can talk all ya wanna, but it's different then it was.
Charlie: No it ain't, no it ain't, but ya gotta know the territory.
2nd Salesman: Why, it's the Uneeda Biscuit made the trouble. Uneeda, Uneeda put the crackers in a package, in a package. The Uneeda Biscuit in an air-tight sanitary package made the cracker barrel obsolete, obsolete.
Charlie: Obsolete. Obsolete. Obsolete.
3rd Salesman: Cracker barrel went out the window with the Mail Pouch cut plug chawin' by the stove? changed the approach of the travelin? salesman, made it pretty hard.
Charlie: No it didn?t, no it didn?t, but you gotta know the territory.
3rd Salesman: Gone, gone
1st Salesman: Gone with the hogshead cask and demijohn, gone with the sugar barrel, pickle barrel, milk pan, gone with the tub and
the pail and the fierce
2nd Salesman: Ever meet a fellow by the name of Hill?
1st Salesman: Hill?
Charlie: Hill?!
3rd Salesman: Hill?
4th Salesman: Hill?
1st Newspaper Hill?
2nd Newspaper: Hill?
3rd Newspaper: Hill?
5th Salesman: Hill?
All but Charlie and 2nd Salesman: NO!
Charlie: Just a minute, just a minute, just a minute
4th Salesman: Never heard of any salesman Hill
2nd Salesman: Now he doesn't know the territory
1st Salesman: Doesn't know the territory?!?
3rd Salesman: Whats the fellows line?
2nd Salesman: Never worries 'bout his line.
1st Salesman: Never worries 'bout his line?!?
2nd Salesman: Or the crackle barrel bein? obsolete, or the Uneeda Biscuit in an air-tight sanitary package, or the Model T Ford.
Charlie: Just a minute, just a minute, just a minute!
2nd Salesman: Never worries ?bout his line.
1st Salesmen: Never worries ?bout his line.
2nd Salesman: Or a doggone thing. He's just a bang beat, bell ringing, Big haul, great go, neck or nothin', rip roarin',
every time a bull's eye salesman. That's Professor Harold Hill, Harold Hill
3rd Salesman: Tell us what?s his line, what's his line?
Charlie: He's a fake, and he doesn't know the territory!
4th Salesman: Look, whaddayatalk, whaddayatalk, whaddayatalk, whaddaystalk?
2nd Saleman: He's a music man
1st Salesman: He's a what?
3rd Salesman: He's a what?
2nd Salesman: He's a music man and he sells clarinets to the kids in the town with the big trombones and the rat-a-tat
drums, big brass bass, big brass bass, and the piccolo, the piccolo with uniforms, too with a shiny gold braid
on the coat and a big red stripe runnin' . . .
1st Salesman: Well, I don't know much about bands, but I do know you can't make a living selling big trombones, no sir.
3rd Salesman: Mandolin picks, perhaps and here and there a Jew's harp.
2nd Salesman: No, the fellow sells bands, Boys bands. I don't know how he does it but he lives like a king and he dallies
and he gathers and he plucks and shines and when the man dances, certainly boys, what else? The piper pays him! Yes sir ,yes
sir,yes sir, yes sir. When the man dances, certainly boys, what else? The piper pays him!
All: Yessssir, Yessssir.
Charlie: But he doesn't know the territory!