Get On To That Bouquet - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
GET ON TO THAT BOUQUET! Copyright, 1889, by L. C. Wegefarth. Words by Geo. Cooper. Music by L. C. Wegefarth. 
I'm the ladies' pet and the finest yet when I stroll down the street, My clothes are nice. I owe the price, my style is hard to beat; I sport a belt and tooth-pick shoes, and when I walk Broadway, The boot-blacks cry: "Oh, stag the guy! get on to that bouquet!" 
Refrain. Like a cabbage fair, is my boutonniere, And it makes a fine display, this little rose I wear; All the people shout as I wabble out: "Get on to that, bouquet!" Like a cabbage fair, is my boutonniere. And it makes a fine display, this little rose I wear; All the people shout as I wabble out: "Get on to that bouquet!" 
On my breast it lies, and there are no flies on me when I go 'round, My gloves are gay, my tile O. K., my walk's a skip) and bound; One of the proud "four hundred "I. and very "distang gay." To prove it so, old chap, yer know, "get on to that bouquet. " -Refrain. 
If you took away this, my grand bouquet, I'd just lie down and die, I'd lose a meal, I'd go and steal, this boutonniere to buy; I'd wear a sunflower, or a beet, a marigold so gay, If I couldn't get a rose, you bet- " Get on to that bouquet!"-Refrain.