Dorando (1909)

A popular song from 1909
Words and music by Irving Berlin
Lyrics
1. I feel-a much-a bad like anything
All the night I nunga canna sleep
It’s a my pizon Pasquale
He say we take da car
And see Dorando race a-“Long-a-ship”
Just like the sport, I sell da barbershop
And make da bet Dorando he’s a win
Then to Madees-a Square
Pasquale and me go there
And just-a like-a dat, da race begin
Chorus
Dorando! Dorando!
He run-a, run-a, run-a, run like anything
One-a, two-a hundred times around da ring
I cry, “Please-a nunga stop!”
Just then, Dorando he’s a drop!
Goodbye poor old barber shop
It’s no fun to lose da mon
When de son-of-a-gun no run
Dorando, he’s good-a for not!
2. Dorando, he’s a come around next day
Say, “Gentlemen, I wanna tell-a you
It’s a one-a bigga shame
I forgot da man’s a-name
Who make me eat da Irish beef-a stew
I ask-a him to give me da spaghett
I know it make me run a-quick-a-quick
But I eat da beef-a stew
And now I tell-a you
Just like da pipps it make me very sick
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Sung here by Laurence Rubenstein.
Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne.
Get the sheet music and MIDI at:
www.sheetmusicsinger.com/dora...

[@jamespitt-payne3622]

well sung, sir 🙂

[@laurenczrubenstein1527]

This very early Irving Berlin song is a fictional tale about Dorando Pietri, an Italian distance runner. Dorando was famous for finishing first in the 1908 London Olympic marathon, but getting disqualified for receiving help stading up from officials several times after he had collapsed from exhaustion in his last few hundred meters.