After The Operas Over - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
AFTER THE OPERAS OVER. 
After the Opera's over, Gas tries to outshine the stars, When half the world sleeps contented, We'll champagne and smoke fine cigars; For life without pleasure is cold, And I shouldn't live very long, But how we survive in the Westend, I'm delighted to tell in my song. 
Spoken-With a tootle turn turn accompaniment upon the piano, from the fair hands of a lady, we sing-
Chorus. After the Opera's over, After the Opera's done, We gems of the very first water With the ladies we tootle turn turn. 
I keep my own box at the Opera, I've racers and hunters as well, Estate and lands in the country. So much money I cannot tell. Then, why should I let myself down. And neither spend money nor lend? For money well spent brings joys-Yes, money was made to spend.-Chorus. 
After the Opera's over, Belgravia could tell many tales, And as I am one of its people, It wouldn't be fair, to drive nails. Suffice me to say, that at night We. " Upper Ten," never feel glum, We dance, sing and play till the morn, With the ladies we tootle turn turn.-Chorus. 
After your business take pleasure-But business, by Jove, I've none; A fellow to find out his troubles. Why, hang" it, I dou't see the fun. To you that have money to spend, Just take a lesson from me, Live in the Squares of Belgiavia, And the pleasures of life you will see.-Chorus.