The Masher - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
THE MASHER. 
I am a masher, as you can plainly see. When I go out upon the street, the girls all flirt with me. They write love letters, fifty every day; When I go out you'll hear them shout, and this is what they say: 
Chorus. There goes the masher, the German masher. The girls all sigh as I go passing by; Ain't he witty, ain't he pretty. That's the cry you'll hear all over in the city. 
Here oh the corner every Saturday I flirt with all the pretty girls coming from the matinee. The police all know me, they always let me!® ; When on the Square I make them stare there's none so nice as me. -Chorus.