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This is actually a different song, but it's the same idea:The Girl From Kodak Townby Arthur A. Penn (1917)Down where the Genesee River is flowing a blue way to the sea,Lies a fair city, so quaint and so pretty,It's home sweet home to me.It's nature's own bow'r and I long for the hours 'neath its cool gray shadows flown,It was known as the beautiful city of Flow'rs, Now we call it Kodak Town!She's the girl from Kodak Town, Kodak Town, Kodak TownMeet her on her sunlit way,And you'll stay for a picture gay.When I see her smile so quick, then you'll hear her Kodak click;She's Kodaked so many, won't someone snap her? She's the fascinating, picture taking, girl from Kodak Town.Then just suppose that you stand 'neath that arbor now look right at me, please.And in a jiffy, a picture quite nifty will bring you to your knees.In case of a show'r, we might spoon for an hour, And then plan to settle down,In that wonderful, beautiful garden on flowers,That we call our Kodak Town.She's the girl from Kodak Town, Kodak Town, Kodak TownMeet her on her sunlit wayAnd you'll stay for a picture gay.When I see her smile so quick, then you'll hear her Kodak clickShe's Kodaked so many, won't someone snap her? She's the fascinating picture taking girl from Kodak Town.
When I think back on all the crap I learned in high schoolIt's a wonder I can think at allAnd though my lack of education hasn't hurt me noneI can read the writing on the wall...is this too easy?Makes you think all the world's a sunny day...
Not bad, the guy who wrote that may amount to something someday, but he's no W.S. Mullaly, who wrote in 1891, You Press the Button, We Do the Rest:We're living at a rapid pace I vow, These times are filled with fancies strange and queer, Electric snaps are now familiar things, New wonders great are bobbing up each year.In olden days for pictures they would sit,In attitude like this an awful guy!But now a days the Kodak changes that,And photographs are captured on the fly!Isn't it simple? Isn't it quick?Such a small box, It must be a trick!How do you work it? What is the test!You press the button, we do the rest!No longer is a cottage small our home,Apartment buildings come to take their place,We all before the janitor bow down,The elevator boys the toughest case!He's always down when you are at the top,When you're in haste, he's reading or asleep!You ring an hour and then an hour you wait,You swear and he replies, well walkin's cheap.Isn't it tiresome? Isn't it slow?He makes you wait above or below,Oh what a nuisance! Oh what a pest!You press the button, he takes a rest!Last week I traveled far into the West,To Iowa and Kansas both I went, And plainly saw how Prohibition works,'Twas funny just as an experiment.A hotel man may keep a stock of drugs,And when the thirsty pilgrim seeks the bar,The clerk, with many smiles will read the rules,As posted ont9he door and there you are!One ring for water, Two rings for ice,Three for a lemon, or sugar or spice.Don't give the snap away, This their request!You press the button, They do the rest!
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