Say, look up the street
Look up the street right now
Hey, look at her feet

Isn't she neat, and how

Oh ain't she a darling

Oh isn't she sweet
That baby I'm wild to meet


Here comes Miss Clementine
That baby from New Orleans
She's only seventeen

But what a queen, oh my

She has those flashing eyes

The kind that can hypnotize
And when she rolls 'em pal
Just kiss your gal goodbye


And oh, oh, oh
When she starts dancing

She plays a mean castanet
You won't forget, I mean


Down in that Creole town
Are wonderful gals around
But none like Clementine

From New Orleans

Now, you talk about tobasco mammas

Lulu Belles and other charmers
She's the baby that made the farmers
Raise a lot of cane

She vamped a guy named old Bill Bailey
In the dark she kissed him gaily
Then threw down his ukulele

And he prayed for rain.

Look out for Clementine

That baby from New Orleans
She's only seventeen
But what a queen, oh my


She has two yearning lips
But her kisses are burning pips

They make the fellows shout
Then lay right down and die


Her dancing movements
Have improvements
She plays a mean tambourine

Out where the grass is green

I've seen asbestos dames

Who set the whole town in flames
But none like Clementine
From New Orleans!