Verse 1: There was a gal so sweet, a walking down the street,
Passed by a crowd of coons,
Everybody heard one lonesome coon say bird, She is the best for many moons,
And I would give my life, if she would be my wife,
And good to her I'd be;
And I ain't so rich, but that little witch,
Could get the last dollar from me.

Chorus: I'd give a hundred, if the gal was mine,
She ain't good lookin', but she's right in line.
With her little peculiar way,
I think more about her every day,
I'd give a hundred, if the gal was mine,
And in society, she would shine,
There's only one I think about,
I'd give a hundred, if the gal was mine.

Verse 2: Well now they soon were wed, but then her love soon fled,
He used to stay out nights,
And so their married life, then soon was filled with strife,
She got disgusted with his slights;
There is an empty flat, where he once lived at,
His birdie flew away.
The coon he moans, on the same curb stones,
Where he used to stand and say:

Chorus: I'd give a hundred, if the gal was mine,
She ain't good lookin', but she's right in line.
With her little peculiar way,
I think more about her every day,
I'd give a hundred, if the gal was mine,
And in society, she would shine,
There's only one I think about,
I'd give a hundred, if the gal was mine.