They Were All Out Of Step But Jim
By Irving Berlin
Original Publication 1918 by Waterson, Berlin & Snyder Co.

[Verse 1]
Jim-my's moth-er went to see her son,
March-ing a-long on pa-rade;
In his un-i-form and with his gun,
What a love-ly pic-ture he made.

She came home that ev-'ning,
Filled up with de-light;
And to all the neigh-bors,
She would yell with all her might:

[Chorus]
"Did you see my lit-tle Jim-my march-ing,
With the sol-diers up the av-en-ue?
There was Jim-my just as stiff as starch,
Like his Dad-dy on the sev-en-teenth of March.

Did you no-tice all the love-ly la-dies,
Cast-ing their eyes on him?
A-way he went, To live in a tent;
O-ver in France with his reg-i-ment.

Were you there, and tell me, did you no-tice?
They were all out of step but Jim."

[Verse 2]
That night lit-tle Jim-my's fa-ther stood,
Buy-ing the drinks for the crowd;
You could tell that he was feel-ing good,
He was talk-ing ter-rib-ly loud.

Twen-ty times he treat-ed,
My! but he was dry;
When his glass was emp-ty,
He would treat a-gain and cry:

[Second Chorus]
"Did you see my lit-tle Jim-my march-ing,
With the sol-diers up the av-en-ue?
There was Jim-my just as stiff as starch,
Like his Dad-dy on the sev-en-teenth of March.

Did you no-tice all the love-ly la-dies,
Cast-ing their eyes on him?
It made me glad, To gaze at the lad;
Lord help the Kai- ser if he's like his Dad.

Were you there, and tell me, did you no-tice?
They were all out of step but Jim."