====== #2134 - 1. My Best Girl's a New Yorker / 2. The Sunshine of Paradise Alley ======
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  *Composer:
    *1) John "Honey" Stromberg (1853-1902), 1895(([[:refs#Grand Roller Organ, A Musical Wonder]]))(([[:refs#Sears, Roebuck & Co. 1900 catalog]]))
    *2) ++John Walter Bratton|{{search>"John Walter Bratton" @cobs}}++ (1867-1947), 1895(([[:refs#Grand Roller Organ, A Musical Wonder]]))(([[:refs#Sears, Roebuck & Co. 1900 catalog]]))
    *popularized in the [[:groups:opera|musical]] ++A Trip to Chinatown|{{search>"A Trip to Chinatown" opera @cobs}}++, 1891
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  *1) ++Lyrics:|\\
Singing in praise of your sweetheart,\\
Describing her many perfections,\\
Is just now consider'd a high art,\\
So I'll tell you all about mine;\\
Tommy and Johnny and Danny,\\
Whose sweethearts can rival most any,\\
Will turn emerald hued all from envy\\
When they hear of my charmer divine.\\
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//chorus: //\\
My best girl's a corker,\\
Not the kind that's slow,\\
Born and bred a New Yorker,\\
I would have you know;\\
You may sing about your Mollie,\\
Your Mamie, or your Pearl,\\
They're all back numbers when compared\\
With my best girl!\\
\\
If you could see what she writes me\\
When I'm away from the fireside\\
You plainly could tell that she likes me,\\
This dear young charmer of mine;\\
Mamma has faithfully taught her\\
To be a most dutiful daughter,\\
And that's why I love her and court her,\\
This girl that I think so divine.\\
\\
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    *John "Honey" Stromberg (1853-1902), 1895
  *2) Lyrics: [[..:1061:]]
    *++Walter H. Ford|{{search>"Walter H. Ford" @cobs}}++, 1895
  *See also:
    *[[..:1061:]]

Stromberg also wrote the very similarly named (but humorous) //My Girl's a Corker// (or //My Gal's A Corker//), with a different melody and ++Lyrics:|\\
My girl'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\\
\\
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\\
She does the teasin', I do the sqeezin'\\
Hey boys, that's where my money goes\\
\\
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\\
Hey boys, that's where my money goes\\
\\
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\\
Hey boys, that's where my money goes\\
\\
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\\
Hey boys, that's where my money goes\\
\\
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    *John "Honey" Stromberg (1853-1902), 1895