A popular song from 1909.
Words by Harry Williams.
Music by Egbert Van Alstyne.
The sheet music:
Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:
Lyrics
- Old Rudolph Heinze was big and fat
And also full of cheer
Chuck’ way up full of cheer
And way up full of beer
For Rudolph Heinze collected
For a brew’ry very near
A job that many men would like to try
At four or five, or six o’clock
Or seven, eight or nine
Old Rudolph Heinze would think about
His coming home to dine
And when old Misses Heinze
Would see him coming down the line
She’d throw up both her hands and loudly cry
Chorus
Heinze, Heinze, vot’s de matter mit Heinze?
Heinze is vobboling down the street
Vot’s de matter mit Heinze feet?
Ach! my, dot’s de trouble mit men
He’s been in sixty-seven bars
Unt Heinze is pickled again
- Why haf we no dill pickles?
Once to Misses Heinze, said he
Go get some quick for me
Yes, I will not, said she
Vile you are at the table
Sitting right beside of me
The pickle yuo haf got is quite enough
More yet, next time ven you comes home
Unt make dose funny curves
I’m goin’ to give you someting
Vot a man like you deserves
I’ll chuck you in the cellar
Mit de rest of de preserves
Unt don’t forget, olt man, I neffer bluff