Pad-dy Mack drove a hack up and down Broad-way,
Pat had one ex-pres-sion and he'd use it ev-'ry day,
An-y time he'd grab a fare, to take them for a ride,
Pad-dy jumped up-on the seat, - cracked his whip and cried:

"Where do we go from here, boys? Where do we go from here?"
An-y-where from Har-lem to a Jer-sey Cit-y pier,
When Pat would spy a pret-ty girl, he'd whis-per in her ear:
"Oh, joy! Oh, boy! Where do we go from here?"

One fine day, on Broad-way, Pat was driv-ing fast,
When the street was blown to pie-ces by a sub-way blast,
Down the hole poor Pad-dy went, a-think-ing of his past,
Then he says, says he, I think these words will be my last:

"Where do we go from here, boys? Where do we go from here?"
Pad-dy's neck was in the wreck, but still he had no fear,
He saw a dead man next to him and whis-pered in his ear:
"Oh, joy! Oh, boy! Where do we go from here?"

First of all, at the call, when the war be-gan,
Pat en-list-ed in the ar-my as a fight-ing man,
When the drills be-gan they'd walk a hun-dred miles a day,
Tho' the rest got tir-ed, Pad-dy al-ways used to say:

"Where do we go from here, boys? Where do we go from here?"
Slip a pill to Kai-ser Bill and make him shed a tear,
And when we see the en-e-my we'll shoot them in the rear,
"Oh, joy! Oh, boy! Where do we go from here?"