Lyrics:

If a custom-tailored vet
Asks me out for something wet
When the vet
Begins to pet
I cry 'Hooray!'
But I'm always true to you, darling, in my fashion
Yes I'm always true to you, darling, in my way

I've been asked to have a meal
By a big tycoon in steel
If the meal
Includes a deal
Accept I may
But I'm always true to you, darling, in my fashion
Yes I'm always true to you, darling, in my way

There's an oil man known as Tex
Who is keen to give me checks
And his checks, I fear
Mean that Tex is here
To stay
But I'm always true to you, darling, in my fashion
Yes I'm always true to you, darling, in my way

From Ohio Mister Thorn
Calls me up from night till morn
Mister Thorn once cornered corn and that ain't hay

But I'm always true to you, darling, in my fashion
Yes, I'm always true to you, darling, in my way

From Milwaukee mister fritz
Often dines me at the Ritz
Mister fritz invented schlitz and schlitz must pay

But I'm always true to you, darling, in my fashion
Yes, I'm always true to you, darling, in my way

Mister Harris, plutocrat, wants to give my cheek a pat
If the Harris pat means a Paris hat, okay

But I'm always true to you, darling, in my fashion
Yes, I'm always true to you, darling, in my way.
I'm always true to you, darling, in my old old fashion way