New York Girls

(アルバム： ...from the "Hungry i" - 1959)

Shipmates listen unto me. I'll tell you in my song of things that happened to me when I come home from Hong Kong

To me way, you Santy, my dear Annie
Oh, you New York girls, can't you dance the polka?

As I walked down to Chatham Street, a fair maid I did meet
She asked me, please, to see her home
She lived on Bleecker Street
Now, if you'll only come with me, you can have a treat
You can have a glass of brandy and something nice to eat

To me way, you Santy, my dear Annie
Oh, you New York girls, can't you dance the polka?

Before we sat down to eat, we had sev'ral drinks
The liquor was so awful strong, I quickly fell asleep

To me way, you Santy, my dear Annie
Oh, you New York girls, can't you dance the polka?

When I awoke next mornin, I had an aching head
My gold watch and my pocketbook and the lady friend had fled
Now dressed in the lady's apron, I wandered most forlorn
Till Martin Churchill took me in and he sent me round Cape Horn

To me way, you Santy, my dear Annie
Oh, you New York girls, can't you dance the polka?