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My Girlā€™s A Corker

My girl's a corker, she's a New Yorker
I'd give her anything to keep her in style
She's got a pair of feet, just like two plates of meat
Yes sir, that how the money goes, Ta, ra, ra
Umpah, Umpah, umpah-pah
Stick it up your Jumpah-pah
She's got a pair of legs just like two whisky kegs
She's got a pair of hips just like two battleships
She's got a pair of arms just like two waving palms
She's got a pair of eyes just like two custard pies
She's got a nose just like a garden hose
She's got a mop of hair just like a grizzly bear
Yes sir, that how the money goes, Ta, ra, ra
Umpah, Umpah, umpah-pah
Stick it up your Jumpah-pah

Alternative version

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
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 S
he'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