The Butterfly Dude - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
THE BUTTERFLY DUDE. Copyright, 1885, by Chas. D. Blake. Written, Composed and Sung by Sam Devero. 
oh! the latest sensation they say Is the dude-he's the swell of the day; He's all hat and collar, he'd make a mule holler, He's tender as the flowers in May; He's a birdie that's fond of his ease, To get into his pants is a squeeze-And the ladies say: maybe now, ain't he a baby! He'd fall all apart if he'd sneeze. 
Chorus. Oh! the dude, the butterfly dude; The sweet little dolly, he talks like a polly; Oh! the dude, the butterfly dude-Say! did you ever get on to the dude? 
He's his mammie's own sweet little pet, He can smoke a real strong cigarette; He's a sugar and candy, sweet matinee dandy, He'd melt if he ever got wet; You'll get on, if you meet by chance. That his coat is quite short, at a glance; He's lighter than paper-it's the real proper caper To show all he can of his pants. -Chorus. 
He is nursed and he's handled with care; Uses bandoline on his front hair; He's a sweet-scented monkey, he's awfully spunkey, He'd strike you real hard if he dare; On a cream puff he will thrive, On his cart through the park he will drive-Puts the girls in a flutter-he's softer than butterYou'd bet that he wasn't alive.-Chorus. 
Have you watched the dear dudes in the streets-How sweetly they smile when they meet? Well, now I should snicker, if anything's sicker-They carry their brains in their feet; The dude has a cane and a fanHe's modeled on the European plan; He wears corsets and flowers, and lace on his pants. And they say he is not a real man.- Chorus.