GET ON TO THAT BOUQUET!
Copyright, 1889, by L. C. Wegefarth.
Words by Geo. Cooper. Music by L. C. Wegefarth.
I'm the ladies' pet and the finest yet when I stroll down the street,
My clothes are nice. I owe the price, my style is hard to beat;
I sport a belt and tooth-pick shoes, and when I walk Broadway,
The boot-blacks cry: "Oh, stag the guy! get on to that bouquet!"
Refrain.
Like a cabbage fair, is my boutonniere,
And it makes a fine display, this little rose I wear;
All the people shout as I wabble out:
"Get on to that, bouquet!"
Like a cabbage fair, is my boutonniere.
And it makes a fine display, this little rose I wear;
All the people shout as I wabble out:
"Get on to that bouquet!"
On my breast it lies, and there are no flies on me when I go 'round,
My gloves are gay, my tile O. K., my walk's a skip) and bound;
One of the proud "four hundred "I. and very "distang gay."
To prove it so, old chap, yer know, "get on to that bouquet. " -Refrain.
If you took away this, my grand bouquet, I'd just lie down and die,
I'd lose a meal, I'd go and steal, this boutonniere to buy;
I'd wear a sunflower, or a beet, a marigold so gay,
If I couldn't get a rose, you bet- " Get on to that bouquet!"-Refrain.