I'm glad that the Bushmen can't see me nowA-doing it tall in the town;I've an inch-brimmed hat on my sun-burnt brow--And my collar jumps up and down.I'm wearing a vest that would charm a snake,And a tie like a lost soul's wail;And I'm dressed in a coat of the latest make,With a little slit in the tail:With a little slit in the tail of it,With a little slit in the tail.
My pants alone are a thing of joy,And they're built to show my bends,With a crease behind and a crease before,And a little curl in the ends.I carry my nose-rag in my cuff,And the lot should get me gaol--I paid five guineas for my rig-out,And one for the slit in the tail:For the little slit in the tail of it,For the little slit in the tail.
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