Chorus: I'm known as the Bond Street Beau
My dress is comme il faut,
The pet of the belles, the envy of swells,
By Jove, is the Bond Street Beau.

Whene'er I take my Walks abroad
How many girls I see,
They whisper he's a duke or lord
A prince or else M.P.
Observe that manly Grecian bend
That linen white as snow,
To kiss my hand I condescend
Yes, I'm the Bond Street Beau.

Chorus:

I go to parties at the wes6t
Monotony it breaks
The perfect style in which I'm dressed
A great sensation makes.
When I go in the ladies glance
At me, they will, you know,
And all the darlings long to dance
With me the Bond Street Beau.

Chorus:

My bow, my walk, my very smile
Are studies as you see,
To be correct in dress and style
You ought to copy me;
Then if you like my song tonight
Applaud me ere I go
Your happines is the delight
Of me, the Bond Street Beau.