THE STYLE
 

You talk about your howling swells,
Gay cubs and Jolly Dogs;
Your midnight owls and desolate Fowls,
Old cocks and lively Frogs.
But you may ramble through west end,
And wander many a mile;
Before you meet a gem so neat,
In fact I'm just the style.

Chorus: This is about the style, Ha! Ha!
I think it's just the style, Ha! Ha!
My taste excels,
The howling swells,
By Jove I'm quite the style, Ha! Ha!

My hair magenta, look at that,
Of course you'll say it's dyed;
But no, you view it's own bright hue,
'Tis noticed far and wide.
And then my moustachous see the cut,
I'm sure so fine a pair;
Was never seen,
They're tinged with green,
In contrast to my hair.

Chorus:

I do detest those plain dress coats,
Such awfully gawky frights;
This style full blown - the cut's my own!
And don't it fit to rights?
No pigeon boasts of such a breast,
And trousers here's a pair;
Now there's a taste, and see my waist,
There's nothing wasted there.

Chorus:

Where'er I drive my handsome 'Bays'
The people always stare,
And say, "By Jove, he makes 'em move;"
And, "Isn't he all there."
At 'Tattersalls', 'Victoria' too,
I'm greeted like a king;
I'm always good to give the 'tip',
And name 'a certain thing'.

Chorus:

You ought to learn my little tricks,
You see, I am not vain;
But I can dance, retreat, advance,
And then the 'ladies chain'.
In short, I am perfection's self,
And you will wait awhile;
Before you see a 'card' like me,
Or meet with such a style.

Chorus:

 
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Written and composed by J.B. Geoghegan and A.G. Vance
Performed by A.G. Vance (1839 - 1888)
From monologues.co.uk Music Hall Lyrics Collection
 
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