There’s a place called Omaha, Nebraska song lyrics, as sung by Groucho Marx
A man sat by the fireplace
The fire it was out,
It was out because the logs were soaking wet.
He thought of days when he
Sat on his mother’s knee
Which also was soaking wet.
He then turned on the heat to warm his tired feet,
Which by the way were also soaking wet.
He then put on his coat and hat and grabbed a nearby cane
And to the good old fireplace these words he did explain
There’s a place called Omaha, Nebraska,
In the foothills of Tennessee.
My sweetie told me that someday she’ll meet me at the corner of Delancy Street and Avenue “B”.
From the shores of California to the rockbound coast of Maine
We’ll settle down in Washington D.C.
In the Heart of Omaha, Nebraska,
Where the best things in life are free in the foothills of Tennessee.
There’s a place called Omaha, Nebraska
In the foothills of Tennessee.
Each night when day is done we watch the setting sun and listen to the mocking bird sing Mother Machee.
When it’s showing in Alaska where the Swanee River flows
I love like the honey likes the bee.
In the Heart of Omaha, Nebraska,
Where the best things in life are free in the foothills of Tennessee.
