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New York Tribune, New York, April 25, 1915.

H.M. S. Pinafore“ at the Hippodrome

(...) Dramatic Mirror Cover, May 6, 1914

& That Charlie Chaplin Walk

Words and Music By Nat D. Ayer, Empire, London, 1915

„His latest and best film frolic“

Advertisement. „Hippodrome“ (...)

„Charles Chaplin

in his latest and best film frolic.“ (...)

Hippodrome, 6th Avenue from 43rd to 44th Streets, New York.

That Charlie Chaplin Walk

Written and composed by Wm. A. Downs –1915

Performed by Nat. D. Ayer (1887-1952)

3‘ 27“

Remember when everyone danced in the town

It got such a hold on the people around

Made such a hit that they all got it bad

And everybody just simply went mad

It got so they danced all the night and the day

If you were good you made a hit

But since moving pictures became all the rage

Everyone now must admit.

Chorus: It doesn't matter everywhere you go

Watch 'em coming out of any cinema show

Shuffling along, They're acting like a rabbit

When you've seen Charlie Chaplin, you can't help but get the habit

First they stumble over both their feet

Swing their sticks and look up and down the street

Fathers, mothers, sisters, brothers

All your wife's relations and half a dozen others

In London, Paris and New York

Everybody does that Charlie Chaplin walk.

Since Charlie Chaplin became all the craze

Everybody copies his funny old ways

They copy his hat and the curl of his hair

His moustache is something you cannot compare

They copy the way he makes love to the girls

His method really is a treat

There's one thing 'bout Charlie they never will get

And that is the shoes on his feet, and

Chorus: It doesn't matter everywhere you go

Watch 'em coming out of any cinema show

Shuffling along, They're acting like a rabbit

When you've seen Charlie Chaplin, you can't help but get the habit

First they stumble over both their feet

Swing their sticks and look up and down the street

Fathers, mothers, sisters, brothers

All your wife's relations and half a dozen others

In London, Paris and New York

Everybody does that Charlie Chaplin walk.

Those Charlie Chaplin Feet

Words by Edgar Leslie, Music by Archie Gottler

Arthur Collins & Byron G. Harlan

Edison, May 1915

2´52“

There‘s a funny man I know

Who gets all the people‘s dough,

He works in a movie show,

Mis-ter Char-lie Chap-lin;

Danc-ing in the cab-a-rets

Is a thing of bye-gone days,

Here‘s the lat-est and the great-est craze.

Hub-by comes home ev‘ry night

With a great big ap-pet-ite,

But he never gets a bite,

Wife-y‘s at the mov-ies;

Soon the wives will start to sob

Just join that Chap-lin mob,

Ev‘ry man is throwing up his job.

Chorus

      Those Char-lie Chap-lin feet,
      Those fun-ny Chap-lin feet,
      When he comes down the street
      He makes a cop flop,
      They chase him 'round the town,
      An auto knocks him down,
      Poor Charlie,
      Twenty times a day they spill him,
      But they never kill him.

Like a bug he gives the girls a hug,

And when he stubs his toes and bangs his nose,

You‘ll tum-ble from your seat,

One fat lad-y that I saw

Got a dis-lo-cat-ed jaw,

Laugh-ing at those Char-lie Chap-lin feet.

     Those Char-lie Chap-lin feet,
      Those fun-ny Chap-lin feet,
      When he comes down the street
      He starts to slip, trip,

And tum-ble ‘round the block,

They throw him off the dock,

Poor Charlie,

With his cane he goes in swimmin‘

Tick-ling all the wom-en,