Mott Street, 449 - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
MOTT STREET, 449 Copyright, 1882, by E. H. Harding. 
You see that I'm a ladies man, The girls get stuck on my clothes, It costs ten thousand dollars a year, To color up my nose; Some people think that I'm Vanderbilt, And on Fifth Avenue dwell, The ladies buy the photograph Of Paddy, the dandy swell. 
Spoken-Meself and lady attended the 431st annual reception of the Dog-Catcher's Association and it was four o'clock in the morning when we parted. Just as we was saying good-bye, she threw her arms around me and said: 
Chorus. Oh, you beauty, oh, you dear, Take me out somewhere and buy me some beer, While you have money, I treat you fine, I live on Mott Street, Four Forty-nine. 
I move in the best society That's in the County jail, French brandy and champagne, too, I guzzle by the pail. Among the Wall Street "Bulls and Bears" My stocks and bonds I sell, I draw checks on a sand bank. For I am, boys, the dandy swell. 
Spoken-Notwithstanding I've been married seven times in the last three years I'm willing to get slaughtered again. The last one I courted was a red-headed widow of 64 Summers, and heaven knows, how many Winters. She owns three lots in a cemetery, and if I married her I'd have been sure of one of them. One day I got in trouble with her brother. He took me on the roof and dropped me off. I picked myself up and began taking the mud off my clothes when she stuck her head out of the door and said:-Chorus.