Later On, Later On - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
LATER ON, LATER ON. 
Girls won't flirt and mash upon the sly, Later on, later on; And they won't wear hats that will reach up to the sky, Later on, later on. Their hair they won't bang and curl, And set each poor fellow's heart in a whirl, And you can tell which is the bustle and which is the girl, Later on, later on. 
Everybody in New York will pay their back debts, Later on, later on; And all the hod-carriers smoke cigarettes. Later on, later on. And the boys won't grieve over money they have spent, And a Mormon with one wife will be content, And Jim Blaine give up trying to be our president, Later on, later on. 
The boy now-a-days won't be played for a gawk. Later on, later on. When they take a young lady on the street for a walk, Later on, later on. They treat them to supper so very, very neat, Everything they see they want to eat, And he hasn't got a cent when he gets into the street, Later on, later on.