THE TOBOGGAN SLIDE.
Copyright. 1886, by Wm. A. Pond & Co.
We belong to the upper class
Of the bon ton colored favored few,
We're the bright gem of de fashion
With our comment portez-vous;
All our ladies dey are full of dash,
And their figures like a statuette;
Oh. we've lots of brains and lots of cash,
We members of our social set.
Come dance the Toboggan Slide over the floor,
Toboggan, Toboggan and all forward four.
At parties and soirees, or op'ra ball,
Real aristocratic folks one and all,
We dance the Toboggan till morning,
Toboggan confined to our set.
Mister Giggle, our chef-de-fete.
Oh, so grandly bowing over dar.
He's the magnate of de evening,
Madame Giggle, oh bon your.
Lovely Clara, she is full of guile,
Such a dancer, see her pirouette.
Oh, we've lots of grace And lots of style,
We members of our social set.-Chorus.
In the grand art of Terpsichore,
Oh, so stately we all bend the knee,
In de lancers or de polka
We are tres jolie esprit.
We are conversant of breck and breaks.
And we're polished off in etiquette;
We're the upper ten, the gilded claque.
We members of our social set. - Chorus