SHE WAS ONLY A POSTMASTER'S DAUGHTER, BUT—
Words, Jack Jevon; music, Hal Dolphe, Emdey Wolfe & Lola Gordon; ©1932.
As recorded by Roy Leslie (as Leslie Holmes), found on YouTube:

[Part 1]

Many girls I’ve met whom I can’t forget,
Little bits of nonsense who were all the world to me:
Ladies big and small, ladies short and tall,
From Hong Kong and ... to merry gay Paree,
Fat girls, thin girls, girls as sweet as sweet.
Listen while their stories I repeat:

She was only a postmaster's daughter, and I met her in the Strand.
She gave me a glad optic, so I took that girl in hand.
We cuddled in the darkness, and that baby wasn't stale.
She was only a postmaster's daughter, but she knew how to handle a mail.

She was only a dressmaker’s daughter, and we met in the Old Kent Road.
She said that she was sleepy, so we went to her abode.
She showed me all her mending, all her hats and pants and coats.
She was only a dressmaker’s daughter, but she knew how to sew wild oats.

She was only a pork butcher’s daughter and we met at Golder’s Green.
Her figure was entrancing, and by golly, I was keen!
She asked me for some money as we sat upon a seat.
She was only a pork butcher’s daughter but she couldn’t make both ends meat.

She was only a scoutmaster's daughter, and we met in Seven Dials.
I was driving a two-seater, and she gave me thrilling smiles.
I whispered, "Like to drive her?" and she quickly jumped inside.
She was only a scoutmaster's daughter, but couldn't that little girl guide!

[Part 2]

Here’s the second part; it’s a funny part.
Yes, it’s even better than the one you heard before.
If you want to smile, listen for a while.
Send the wife out shopping while you barricade the door.
Ev’ryone should learn this little song.
The words are cute and the chorus isn’t long.

She was only a magistrate's daughter, and I met her near the court.
Ten minutes in the darkness and I knew she was a sport.
She was so very pleasing that I had to kiss the wench.
She was only a magistrate's daughter, but she knew what to do on the bench.

She was only a traffic cop's daughter, and we met upon the hill.
She was woolly, wild and wicked, and she gave me quite a thrill.
We wandered o'er the meadows and she told me of her pop.
She was only a traffic cop's daughter, but she just couldn't get me to stop.

She was only a bus driver’s daughter; where we met Lord only knows.
She was fitted out completely with this and these and those.
We drove in her two-seater with so many skids and swerves.
She was only a bus driver’s daughter but Kaye Don couldn’t equal her curves.

She was only an actress’s daughter and I met her in the wings—
A snappy little lady with all the cutest things.
I guessed without her telling that she loved the acting art.
She was only an actress’s daughter, but by ... she’d marvelous parts!