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#2134 - 1. My Best Girl's a New Yorker / 2. The Sunshine of Paradise Alley

Composer:
- 1) John “Honey” Stromberg (1853-1902), 1895¹⁾²⁾
- 2) John Walter Bratton
  - #1061 - The Sunshine of Paradise Alley
  - #2134 - 1. My Best Girl's a New Yorker / 2. The Sunshine of Paradise Alley
  (1867-1947), 1895³⁾⁴⁾
- popularized in the musical A Trip to Chinatown
  , 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.

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.
- John “Honey” Stromberg (1853-1902), 1895
2) Lyrics: #1061 - The Sunshine of Paradise Alley
- Walter H. Ford
  - #1061 - The Sunshine of Paradise Alley
  - #2134 - 1. My Best Girl's a New Yorker / 2. The Sunshine of Paradise Alley
  , 1895
See also:
- #1061 - The Sunshine of Paradise Alley

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

John “Honey” Stromberg (1853-1902), 1895

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Grand Roller Organ, A Musical Wonder

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Sears, Roebuck & Co. 1900 catalog

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