My Name Is Charles Livingston Brown - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
My Name is Charles Livingston Brown Copyright, 1888, by B. W. Hitchcock. Words and Music by Chas. D. Crandall. 
My name is Charles Livingston Brown, And I am the talk of the town; A daisy, born lazy, some say I am crazy, My whiskers have gained quite renown. When walking along on the street, The people whom I chance to meet, They turn in surprise, and roll up their eyes, Crying, "There goes a genuine dude." 
Chorus. Dude! dude! dude! I think it is awfully rude, When I'm passing by to have people cry: "Oh! there goes a genuine dude." Dude! dude! dude! his pants to his legs are glued, Not dollars and cents, pounds, shillings and pence, Is the money now used by the dude. 
When I step into a cafe, The young fellows come forward and say: "Why, how are you, Brown, when came you to town? And, what will you take to-day?" I will take an 'alf and 'alf, they raise up a horrible laugh; Say, "take something straight, For that drink we hate, Why, that is the drink of a dude. " -Chorus. 
At Macy's they wanted a clerk, And as I was then out of work, I tho't I would see if they would take me, And I put on a beautiful smirk. When the manager looking me through, Said, "an English dude won't do, And a German dude would be no good, But a Yankee dude'll do." 
Chorus. Work! work! work! for I am a dry-goods clerk, I smoke cigarettes, and make foolish bets, And Sunday I spend in the park. Cash! cash! cash! the prettiest girls I mash, With a smile so sweet the darlings I greet, But I never do anything wrong.