I'm a fella who doesn't like bothar,
All trouble's a deuce of a bore;
I've an income left me by my mothaw,
What on earth could a fella want more?
My favorite sport's killing time,
My aim's to do nothing at all;
While some through this world run or climb
I take the trip easy And crawl.
But they tell me I'm awfully clevar, oh, so clevar, deuced clevar;
They say that they nevar, no, nevar met a fella so clevar before.
Some fellas go in for the army,
And some fellas go in for trade,
But I haven't such bores to alarm me-
My fortune was already made.
And some fellas go in for brains,
And scribble to turn in a penny;
Those fellas deserve all their gains,
As for brains I could do without any.- Chorus.
In the park I am often seen driving,
When the dear girls take me for a duke;
Whenever I go in for billiards
Somehow I'm a demon to fluke.
Sometimes to an evening party,
To keep them alive in I peep;
Whenever they ask me to sing
They're certain to fall fast asleep.- Chorus.
Some fellas will borrow a tenner,
For which I get no I O U;
Sometimes I assist them in bills,
Which I have to pay when they're due.
There are mothaws with daughtaws to marry,
Somehow take a fancy to me:
They think they're us deep as Old Harry,
But the bait and the hook I can see.- Chorus.