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Oh, the latest sensation, I think,
It's the dude you will see at the rink;
He's all cuffs and collar, and not worth a dollar,
And gives you the wink for a drink.
He's fond of good parties and sprees,
With the girls he's always at ease;
And a white paper dicky, and a swinger like Mickey,
For mercy's sake give us a breeze.
Oh, the dude, the butterfly dude,
Ain't he a dolly, he talks like a molly;
Oh, the dude, the butterfly dude,
Oh, say, did you ever fall in with a dude.
Oh, you should see the dude at his aunt's,
With his gaiters worn over his pants;
He's not built for our set, he don't like us, you bet,
He blubbers with low, vulgar cants.
"He's the mischief," they tell us, "on skates."
Such stories he often relates,
He is a fine cigar sign and he's wasting his time,
He ought to be up in the States.
Oh, the dude, the butterfly dude,
Ain't he a dolly, he talks like a molly;
Oh, the dude, the butterfly dude,
Oh, say, did you ever fall in with a dude.
Oh, you should see the dude on the street,
To every young lady he'll meet;
Then off goes his hat with a tap-e-tap-tap,
And he says to himself ain't he sweet.
At every party, how strange,
The same swallowtail he'll arrange;
It was worn by Pa-Paw when he courted Ma-Maw,
The beauty of Gallagher's Range.
Oh, the dude, the butterfly dude,
Ain't he a dolly, he talks like a molly;
Oh, the dude, the butterfly dude,
Oh, say, did you ever fall in with a dude.