The Flippity Flop Young Man.
Written, Composed and Sung by George W. Kenway.
I once was a matter-of-fact young man,
And thrived on port or sherry;
But now I'm a kind of cracked young man,
The reverse of ordinary.
I flip and I flop-(echo), all over the shop-(echo),
And take it for granted you can;
I'm a very sunflowery, Eastcheapy, towery,
April showery man.
I'm a very aesthetic young man,
A non-energetic young man;
Slippity, sloppity, over the shoppity,
Flippity flop young man.
I once was a hymny and tract young man,
And sternly opposed to stooping;
A kind of a stick-up-thc-back young man,
But now I incline to drooping.
Consummately if-(echo), on no account stiff-(echo),
I scarcely know how I began;
I'm a hitter And mildy, nativey, childey,
-Oscary Wildey man.
I'm a Fuller's earth-color young man,
A greeny and 'guller' young man; (
Pretty externally ' patience' And colonelly,
Utterly, utter young man.
I once was a three-dollar dinner young man,
And at table knew which was the best end;
But now you would not find a thinner young man,
Tho' you walk from the East to West-end.
Two steps and a stop-(echo), a skip And a hop-(echo),
I require but a puff and a fan;
I'm a Fulton street cutlery, skip o'er the guttery, (
New bread-and-buttery man. (
I'm a worship the lily young man,
Crutch And tooth pick-a-dilly young man;
Cracket in the fliberty, Burnand and Gilberty,
Strike-you-with-paper young man.