I am a masher, as you can plainly see.
When I go out upon the street, the girls all flirt with me.
They write love letters, fifty every day;
When I go out you'll hear them shout, and this is what they say:
There goes the masher, the German masher.
The girls all sigh as I go passing by;
Ain't he witty, ain't he pretty.
That's the cry you'll hear all over in the city.
Here oh the corner every Saturday
I flirt with all the pretty girls coming from the matinee.
The police all know me, they always let me!® ;
When on the Square I make them stare there's none so nice as me. -Chorus.