I trimmed a sucker for a roll and felt most out of sight.
I took a stroll along the line; “set up” for all the boys,
And just to pass the time away I dropped in Kid McCoy’s.
And while I sat there drinking, getting on a mighty stew,
A dead swell dame came in the place and sat beside me, too.
I asked her if she’d have a drink, she sweetly said she would,
And as I gazed into her eyes, I thought I understood.
Perhaps you’ll think me fickle, pals, but it isn’t any dream;
For when it comes to peachy looks that “Tommy” was the queen.
We “chewed the rag” for quite a while, I “shot the con” for fair,