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Jimmy Jones is me name,
Selling papes is me game
I’m de toughest kid ever on earth,
If you ask where’s me home,
From a box to de dome
of de World Building does for me berth.

All de kids tip dere hats
Or I’d break in dere slats
Dey all knows me wherever I go.
You can her dem all say
As I go by each day
Dat’s de Pride of Newspaper Row.

Jimmy, Jimmy,
Dats de salute de gimme,
E’vrybody bows to me where ever I go,
Jimmy, Jimmy,
You are de real thing, Jimmy,
You are the quickest, de cutest and slickest
De Pride of Newspaper Row.

When de extrys is out,
You can bet I’m about
At de same old stand den I’ll be found
And de cops on de beat
When we chance for to meet
Never tells me to keep of de ground.

And it’s dis kind of hunch
Makes a hit wid de bunch
And I keep it up just for to show
Dem geezers dat dey
Have good reason to say
He’s de Pride of Newspaper Row.