THE MAN WHO BROKE THE BROKERS DOWN IN WALL STREET
 
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A happy individual, without a single care;
With an independent air, causing everyone to stare!
The brokers and the bankers, they are pulling out their hair,
In Wall Street I have raised an awful flare
Among the famous little 'Bulls and Bears!'

Chorus: And when I walk along Broadway,
I keep the sunny side;
With lots of Yankee pride
And a very English stride!
The ladies hearts go pit-a-pat,
And people all take off their hats
To the man who broke the brokers down in Wall Street!

And ever since the day I chanced to call the lucky turn,
For my company, ladies yearn, their society I spurn!
They thought I was a little lamb, with plenty yet to learn,
Until the day I broke up each concern,
And now I've lots of money, boys, to burn!

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Written and composed by William Jerome & Dave Fitzgibbon - 1894
Performed by Vesta Tilley (1864-1952)
From monologues.co.uk Music Hall Lyrics Collection
 
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