Lyrics

The smoke that gathers blue and sinks The torpid smoke of rich cigars The torpid after—dinner drinks The overpowering immense After dinner insolence Of matter "going by itself" Existence just about to die Stifled with glutinous liqueurs Till hardly a sensation stirs The overoiled machinery . . . What, you want action? Some attraction? Now begins The piano and the flute and two violins Someone sings A lady of almost any age But chiefly breast and rings "Throw your arms around me— Aint you glad you found me" Still that's hardly strong enough— Here's a negro (teeth and smile)   Has a dance that's quite worth while That's the stuff! (Here's your gin Now begin!)