Copyright. 1897, by George L. Spaulding.
Words by Sidney Rosenfeld. Music by Ludwig Englander.
Where's the fool who'd feel the lack of just that one bewildering drop
If be only had the knack of knowing when or where to stop;
For there is one kind of bliss that requires no explanation,
Which no gentleman should miss, that's genteel intoxication.
When afloat in the Azure you feel, with your senses attuned to the stars,
When your pulses reveal what you cannot conceal, an ambition to travel to Mars!
When you want to extend your embrace to include all the planets in space
Though with rapture you reel, it is safe when you feel it's genteel, it's genteel,
When you've wooed a dreamy maiden till she yields to your caress,
And you see the gates of Aiden open to her whispered "yes,"
Doesn't ev'ry nerve and sinew feel a new and strange vibration,
Stirring ev'ry hope that's in you with genteel intoxication.- Chorus.