I'm a Dancer of Ta-ra-ra Fame.
Copyright, 1891, DuBois & Talbot.
Words and Music by O. DuBois.
You all know that I've lately made
A hit throughout the land;
I sang And danced a little tune,
'Twas played by ev'ry band;
It seemed to please the gentlemen,
The ladies didn't know
Just whether it was nice or not,
So much lingerie to show.
Maybe you don't just think it's nice-just look, see if it's not precise,
Feet nimble, just like little mice, I'm a dancer of Ta-ra-ra fame.
The little tune I often sang
Quite popular did grow,
Throughout this great, broad land it rang,
Gave nothing else a show,
Until, at last, in self defense.
The people did exclaim,
"Please change your tune," and that I've done,
But I'm dancing just the same.- Chorus.
I got a tip the other night
That regular of late,
The ladies in their own boudoir
Me try to imitate;
They raise their skirts, likewise their feet,
And many pretty miss
Does pout and sigh and fret and cry
Because they can't do this.- Chorus.
Now watch me close, see how it's done,
Kick high and have no fear,
But never try to do it when
The gentlemen are near.
It's all right for me to do it,
As you see me do it now;
I've an Orchestra between me
And the gents in the front row.-Chorus.
I saw a dude the other night,
he was in a happy mood,
He tried to imitate this dance.
The sight would do you good.
His legs got tangled in a knot,
His arms flew in the air,
His back he ricked, his friends he kicked,
But he didn't quite get there.
May (hic) be (hic) you don' jush shink itsh nicsh,
Jush (hic) look (hic) shee if ish not preschise.
Feel (hic) him (hic) ble, like a chon' of icesh,
I'm in danger of Ta-ra-ra fame.