You turn up your nose at coarse indecorum Deriding the humbug of puritan sermons Along comes the dandy with money to burn Good taste means nothing, there are profits to earn
Garishly starched and gorgeously gaunt Mounting the high horse for a rollicking romp You flatter and fawn from evening till dawn But hardly amuse with your self-conscious pomp
Charlatans blush and blusterers cringe Eating their words as you grimace and grin Your finery falls tripping noble and cad As you rise from the ashes of fashion and fad
You simper and mince striking a pose Acting the part in ridiculous clothes It's just not natural the way you behave Flouting the protocol of master and slave
