Текст песни My Gal's A Corker

My gal's a corker, she's a New Yorker

I buy her everything to keep her in style

She's got a pair of legs, just like two whiskey kegs

Hey boys, that's where my money goes-oes-oes

That's where my money goes, to buy my baby clothes

I buys her everything to keep her in style

She's worth her weight in gold, my coal black baby

Hey boys, that's where my money goes

When we go walkin', she does the talkin'

And when my arm's round her, how time does fly
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She does the teasin', I do the sqeezin' Hey boys,...

She's got a pair of eyes, just like two custard pies

And when she looks at me, I sure get a thrill

She's got a pair of lips, just like potato chips

She's got a pair of legs, just like two whiskey kegs

And when they knock together, oh what a sound

She's got a pair of hips, just like two battle ships

She's got a bulbous nose, just like a big red rose

And when the lights go out, it really does shine

She wears silk underwear, I wear my latest pair