MY GIRL'S A "CORKER"(The Race-Track Girl)
Copyright, 1896. by T. B. Harms & Co.
Words by Wm. Jerome. Music by John Queen.
Oh, talk about your sweethearts fair, and girls of high degree;
Your Bow'ry pearls, and English girls from far across the sea;
But I can't see where they come in, they never were in line.
For up-to-date ideas, with this race-track girl of mine.
My girl's a "corker!" she's a New Yorker;
She plays the races, she gets the "dough,"
She loves me dearly, and so sincerely.
Tell me how you found that out? She told me so!
At Sheepshead Bay, in summer time, she's simply "out of sight!"
She bets her "stuff" like Pittsburgh Phil, and always gets them right.
The "touts", "they all take off their hats and stand right in a line.
And look for information from this rack-truck girl of mine.- Chorus.
And when the racing season's o'er, she goes across the "pond";
I've heard some tales that dear old Wales of her is very fond.
In Paris, on the Boulevard, she never fails to shine:
For every day is Sunday with this race-track girl of mine-Chorus.