For there’s always a chance while there’s life to capture the hearts of the fair,
No matter what may be your age You always may cut a fine dash,
You will suit all the girls to a hair if you’ve only got a moustache,
A moustache, a moustache,if you’ve only got a moustache.
No matter for manners or style no matter for birth or for fame,
All these used to have something to do with young ladies changing their name,
There’s no reason now to despond or go and do any thing rash,
For you’ll do though you can’t raise a cent if you’ll only raise a moustache!
A moustache, a moustache if you’ll only raise a moustache.
Your head may be thick as a block and empty as any foot-ball,
Your eyes may be green as the grass your heart just as hard as a wall.
Yet take the advice that I give You’ll soon gain affection and cash,
And will be all the rage with the girls if you’ll only get a moustache,
A moustache, a moustache if you’ll only get a moustache.
I once was in sorrow and tears because I was jilted you know,
So right down to the river I ran to quickly dispose of my woe,
A good friend he gave me advice and timely prevented the splash,
Now at home I’ve a wife and ten heirs and all through a handsome moustache,
A moustache, a moustache and all through a handsome moustache.
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