American Old Time Song Lyrics: 32 The Butterfly Dude
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 32
THE BUTTERFLY DUDE.
Copyright, 1885, by Chas. D. Blake.
Written, Composed and Sung by Sam Devero.
oh! the latest sensation they say
Is the dude-he's the swell of the day;
He's all hat and collar, he'd make a mule holler,
He's tender as the flowers in May;
He's a birdie that's fond of his ease,
To get into his pants is a squeeze-
And the ladies say: maybe now, ain't he a baby!
He'd fall all apart if he'd sneeze.
Oh! the dude, the butterfly dude;
The sweet little dolly, he talks like a polly;
Oh! the dude, the butterfly dude-
Say! did you ever get on to the dude?
He's his mammie's own sweet little pet,
He can smoke a real strong cigarette;
He's a sugar and candy, sweet matinee dandy,
He'd melt if he ever got wet;
You'll get on, if you meet by chance.
That his coat is quite short, at a glance;
He's lighter than paper-it's the real proper caper
To show all he can of his pants. -Chorus.
He is nursed and he's handled with care;
Uses bandoline on his front hair;
He's a sweet-scented monkey, he's awfully spunkey,
He'd strike you real hard if he dare;
On a cream puff he will thrive,
On his cart through the park he will drive-
Puts the girls in a flutter-he's softer than butterYou'd bet that he wasn't alive.-Chorus.
Have you watched the dear dudes in the streets-
How sweetly they smile when they meet?
Well, now I should snicker, if anything's sicker-
They carry their brains in their feet;
The dude has a cane and a fanHe's modeled on the European plan;
He wears corsets and flowers, and lace on his pants.
And they say he is not a real man.- Chorus.