American Old Time Song Lyrics: 38 Mulcarthy The Dude

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 38

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As Sung by Eugene De Marbelle.

Oh, my name it is Mr. Mulcarthy,
I get a great laugh from the gang;
And at night, when I stand on the corner,
They guy me with their new-fangled slang.
They holler, "Get on to his sluggers!"
"His pants are so tight they are glued!"
And they say When I'm mashing the ladies,
"Mulcarthy, you look like a dude."

"Aint he too "-too they do holler, "by a blacksmith he ought to be shoed;"
"Is it a man or a sidewalk; get on to Muicarthy, the dude."

Sure I can't help myself if I'm pretty,
I try to dress up like a swell;
But they tell me I look like a hat-rack,
And my photographs I ought to sell.
I am only one man and I cannot lick forty;
Like Johnny L. Sullivan, I'd fight;
But they'd bring a Dutch band to my window.
And holler and shout all the night:- Chorus.
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