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My gal’s a corker, she’s a New Yorker
I’ll buy her anything to keep her in style
1. She’s got a pair of legs just like two whiskey kegs
Hot dog that’s where my money goes
2. She’s got a pair of lips just like potato chips
Hot dog that’s where my money goes
3. She’s got a pair of eyes just like two custard pies
4. She’s got a pair of hips just like two battle ships
5. She’s got a big red nose just like a cabbage rose
6. She’s got a painty chin just like a safety pin
7. She’s got a head of hair just like a grizzly bear
Friday, February 6, 2009
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