Copyright, 1895, by Spaulding & Gray.
Words and Music by Harry Ward.
The very latest thine we now will dance and sing,
If a coon is lazy, he'll go crazy, both his feet he'll fling;
It started 'nay down south, but now it reaches for,
And all de nigs ate dancing it, 'tis called de Possum-a-la.
First thine you do is a graceful pose.
Then raise your right foot high us your nose.
Cut a chicken's head off, den you pass,
Bow to yourself in de lookiti' glass;
Three steps backwurd, salute your Ma,
Over to de left, then catch a 'ieciric car;
All you niggers, cut dem Aggers,
Dur'e de Possum-a-la.
De high-toned coons all know, de elegant style they show,
All tie swell coon waiters, hot potatoes, to de gals bow low;
Just leave dat rnzor home, And throw dem crupdice far,
De coonjine am not in it, when you dance de Pussum-a-la.
Slide to de right, put your hand on your head.
Make a thousund-dollur lick, do de pigeon tread,
Trot on your toes, now hush your talk,
Ain't dat coon got a noh'e walk?
Spin on your heels, do de bombushay,
Glide to de front, go up dat way,
Don't get sickly, end it quickly,
Dur's de Possum-a-la.