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No. 5 - Song - Mrs. Pineapple and Chorus
| Mrs. Pineapple: | The à la girl is an English girl With lots of à la ways; She gets her frocks at Brixton, But they're fashioned à la Jays. She's awfully fond of diamonds, and She wears them all she can; Though just between ourselves they're made A la Parisian. |
| Chorus: | Oh, the à la girl is a knowing girl, With heaps of à la talk; And when she strolls down Regent Street, She's got an à la walk. There's an à la twinkle in her eye, She wears an à la curl, And she loves a dash With an à la mash, Does the à la English girl. Oh, the à la girl is a knowing girl, With heaps of à la talk; And when she strolls down Regent Street, She's got an à la walk. There's an à la twinkle in her eye, She wears an à la curl, And she loves a dash With an à la mash, Does the à la English girl. |
| Mrs. Pineapple: | The à la girl is a Yankee girl, You bet she knows her way; And you will find no flies on her, A la the U. S. A. She goes to London ev'ry year; And gracious, how she'll dress! She does the thing in swagger form A la the Hotel Cec. |
| Chorus: | Oh, the à la girl is a knowing girl, For popper's made his pile; She's lots of lovers way at home But they are not her style. And though old England's mighty slow It sets her heart a-whirl; And she comes to get a coronet Does the à la Yankee girl. Oh, the à la girl is a knowing girl, For popper's made his pile; She's lots of lovers way at home But they are not her style. And though old England's mighty slow It sets her heart a-whirl; And she comes to get a coronet Does the à la Yankee girl. |
| Mrs. Pineapple: | The à la girl is a Scottish girl, A braw wee bonnie thing, She loves to kick her tootsies up A la the Highland fling. She awfu' fond of Bobbie Burns And cakes and porridge too; And she din nae mind a wee bit sup A la Johnnie Dew! |
| Chorus: | The à la girl is a sporting girl, She loves the breezy moor; And she adores a game of golf A la A. J. Balfour. Her martial spirit rises when She hears the bagpipes skirl; She's a de'il in a fecht, and she's a' recht the necht The à la Scottish girl. The à la girl is a sporting girl, She loves the breezy moor; And she adores a game of golf A la A. J. Balfour. Her martial spirit rises when She hears the bagpipes skirl; She's a de'il in a fecht, and she's a' recht the necht The à la Scottish girl. |
| Mrs. Pineapple: | The à la girl is a Paree girl, The smartest girl on earth; Her hats are à la Rue de la Piax, Her dresses à la Worth. She dines each ev'ning à la carte A swagger girl is she; She paints her cheeks and dyes her hair, La charmant Belle Paree. |
| Chorus: | The à la girl is a lively girl, Without a thought or care; She loves the gay and merry life A la Folies Bergere. And all the men around her little Finger she will twirl; With her "C'est comme ça, comprenez pas," The à la Paree girl. The à la girl is a lively girl, Without a thought or care; She loves the gay and merry life A la Folies Bergere. And all the men around her little Finger she will twirl; With her "C'est comme ça, comprenez pas," The à la Paree girl. |
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Page modified 16 December 2016