American Old Time Song Lyrics: 05 After The Operas Over

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 5

AFTER THE OPERAS OVER.

After the Opera's over,
Gas tries to outshine the stars,
When half the world sleeps contented,
We'll champagne and smoke fine cigars;
For life without pleasure is cold,
And I shouldn't live very long,
But how we survive in the Westend,
I'm delighted to tell in my song.

Spoken-With a tootle turn turn accompaniment upon the
piano, from the fair hands of a lady, we sing-

Chorus.
After the Opera's over,
After the Opera's done,
We gems of the very first water
With the ladies we tootle turn turn.

I keep my own box at the Opera,
I've racers and hunters as well,
Estate and lands in the country.
So much money I cannot tell.
Then, why should I let myself down.
And neither spend money nor lend?
For money well spent brings joys-
Yes, money was made to spend.-Chorus.

After the Opera's over,
Belgravia could tell many tales,
And as I am one of its people,
It wouldn't be fair, to drive nails.
Suffice me to say, that at night
We. " Upper Ten," never feel glum,
We dance, sing and play till the morn,
With the ladies we tootle turn turn.-Chorus.

After your business take pleasure-
But business, by Jove, I've none;
A fellow to find out his troubles.
Why, hang" it, I dou't see the fun.
To you that have money to spend,
Just take a lesson from me,
Live in the Squares of Belgiavia,
And the pleasures of life you will see.-Chorus.