YOU ARE A TASTY LOT
 
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There's gals from London, gals from Paris, gals from Tennessee,
But lovely gals from hanywhere is the sort of gal for me;
I loves 'em hall, both short and tall 'an I've 'ad a mash or two,
But I never felt my 'eart go out, as it goes out girls to you.

Chorus: You are a tasty lot!
Oh! you are! Yuss you are!
Ah! what a pity, Salt Lake City,
Ain't this very spot.

I'm just about the nicest chap you'd meet in a long day's march,
And if hever I puts on frills at all, they're warranted free of starch.
I'm down on the haristocracy, tho' I ham a bit of a toff,
I turned hup my nose at a duchess once, 'cos her hancestry was ho0ff!

Chorus:

You're lucky, gals, to come across a cove with a 'eart like mine,
It's a sort of a kind of elastic, so you need none of you repine;
It gently beats but when it meets with a sympathetic crowd
It wants 'em to 'eat the 'tick, tick', ain't it ticking nice and loud?

Chorus:
 
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Written and composed by Albert Chevalier & Alfred H. West - 1897
Performed by Albert Chevalier (1861-1923)
From monologues.co.uk Music Hall Lyrics Collection
 
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