Beau James

He walked along Broadway,
They called him Beau James,
The city streets were his pals,
The lights were his gals,
His favorite flames.
He wrote on the sidewalk in big white chalk,
Jimmy Walker loves New York,
Oh how that love affair,
Lit up Times Square,
He walked along Broadway and blew her a kiss,
The many years have gone by,
You still hear her sigh,
No kiss was like this.
And though the town fell out of love with him,
And called him a few unkind names,
Yet one will always remember, remain,
Beau James, Beau James, Beau James,
He walked along Broadway and blew her a kiss,
The many years have gone by,
You still hear her sigh,
No kiss was like this,
And though the town fell out of love with him,
And called him a few unkind names.
Yet one will always remember, remain...
Beau James, Beau James, Beau James.