Its a different girl again

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I have the reputation of a bold and bounding flirt. 
Ev'ry one stares when I go walking with a dainty skirt. 
Once, upon a mountain top, a mile or two from earth,
I with a girl was pressing my suit for all that I was worth. 
Just then a balloon flew by, 
And I heard somebody cry: 

Hello! Hello! Hello ! It's a different girl again;
Different eyes, different nose, different hair, different clothes. 
Hello! Hello! Hello! to me it's very plain,
You tickle the lady's fancy. It's a different girl again.

One day my dear old grand-ma-ma, who's eighty-five and grey,
I was escorting 'round the town, and showing her the way. 
Granny's very rich and as I'm mentioned in her will,
I was attentive all the time, in case she caught a chill.
We got on a motorbus, 
When a voice said "Why there's Gus!"

Once in a bar I lost my temper with a drunken lout;
He was so rude to me, the landlord had the man thrown out.
When I left, the loafer's wife was waiting, full of fun;
Going for me, she tore my new coat, and smashed my brand-new 'Dunn
She threw a jug at my head, 
When a friend came up and said:

No one believes that I'm sincere, but p'raps I'll wed some day, 
And in the church the same old words some one is sure to say. 
When I'm spliced a year or two, I think it's safe to bet,
I shall be strolling round to a shop to buy a basinette. 
When wheeling the youngster out 
I shall hear the neighbours shout: