Yes, 'tis The Impresario - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
YES, 'TIS THE IMPRESARIO. From the opera of "Poor Jonathan." 
Yes 'tis the Impresario who always lives exactly so; Scarce is he here when elsewhere too, by lightning onward whirled; And thus I say: Dexterity, dexterity, celerity, Without the least temerity, 'tis thus they rule the world. First I music copied, then I bears instructed; Elephants I trained and crocodiles subjected, Hercules depicted, five-hundred weight I lifted, India rubber one-'twas easier done; Famous singers I engaged, And dancers also, Great and small, on every kind I laid embargo; Or a tenor, new, "di grazia" or "robusto"-What sure would please I always know. So I journeys take over land And sea, Seeking novelties where'er they may be. One day in Berlin, next Vienna, see; Hustle, bustle, din always sure to he. New York, Boston, too, New Orleans we do, Everybody knows when I comeRa-ta-ta zin, ra-ta-ta zin, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum; Thus with my life exactly so, a genuine Impresario. Scarce is he here When elsewhere too, by lightning onward whirled. And thus I say: Dexterity, dexterity, celerity, Without the least temerity, 'tis thus they rule the world. 
Now I've ne'er found, upon my honor, in all my managerial-ship, The singer yet, And 'tis a wonder, who would a contract strictly keep. 'Tis always thus with prima-donnas, And tenors, basses, just the same, They're very like to prove tormentors At limes that are inopportune; While at table sitting, I, perhaps, am dining, At the door a rapping comes with moans and whining; 'Tis the Diva's husband sent to tell me off hand: Diva hoarse, sir; not a note. I rush forth inslanter. At her suite I find her Weeping, wailing, frightful-Still in voice delightful, Poodle had the colic; Diva almost frantic. Griping, moaning, wildly confusing. All, but you must sing; Oh, the poor, dear thing; I've the contract here; Ah! my poor, poor dear; Full the hall will be, All the same to me; Every seat is sold. That need not be told; Fiercer then I shout, She begins to flout. Poodle howls and growls; Ah, me! oh, woe! ah, me! oh, woe! Wow, wow, wow, wow, wow. Thus with my life exactly so, a genuine Impresario, Scarce is be here when elsewhere too, by lightning onward whirled. And thus I say: Dexterity, dexterity, celerity, Without the least temerity, 'tis thus they rule the world.