Ta-ra-ra Boom-der-e - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
TA-RA-RA BOOM-DER-E. Copyright, 1881, by Willis Woodward & Co. Written by Henry S. Sayers. 
A sweet Tuxedo girl you see, Queen of swell society. Fond of fun as fond can be. When is on the strict Q. T.; I'm not too voting, I'm not too old, Not too timid, not too bold, Just the kind you'd like to hold. Just the kind for sport I'm told. 
Chorus. Ta-ra-ra boom-der-e, ta-ra-ra boom-der-e, Ta-ra-ra boom-der-e, ta-ra-ra boom-der-e, Ta-ra-ra boom-der-e, ta-ra-ra boom-der-e, Ta-ra-ra boom-der-e, ta-ra-ra boom-der-e. 
I'm a blushing bud of innocence, Papa says at big expense; Old maids say I have no sense; Boys declare I'm just immense; Before my song I do conclude, I want, it strictly understood, Tho' fond of fun, I'm never rude; Tho' not too bad, I'm not too good.- Chorus. 
Encore Verses (By Lew Hawkins). I'll sing a little song, it won't take long; If I sing it wrong why ring the gong, Then I will say to you, So long. And start at once for Old Hong Kong. Then a tear to my eye 'twill surely bring, And I'll call you a saucy thing, Then for the patrol you all may ring. And hear the copper sweetly sing: - Chorus. 
Played a little poker the other night With a jay I thought I had all right. The hand I held was out of sight; I held them close, I held them tight. The hand I held contained four kings; I bet all my stuff on the pretty things, But the Rube at me four aces flings; He copped my stuff and gently sings:-Chorus. 
A jay came in from Buffalo, Who long had let his whiskers grow; They were white as the driven snow; They were great for the wind you know. He was no Yank; he was a Jew; He sold old clothes in Kalamazoo; He was fond of music that was new. So the wind played this as it passed through. - Chorus. 
I called on my uncle at his farm; Of course, to call there was no harm; But the country has for me no charm. In weather cold or weather warm. My uncle has a goat, a lively flea. But the goat and I could never agree; As he chased me up against a true. He sang this song as he gave it to me:- Chorus. 
In '92 there'll be a race, With Ben and Grover to set the pace; 
I wonder who will get the place; For the White House chair there'll be a chase, But a horse may win that comes from Maine, A horse who's been out in the rain; A candidate he'll be again. So you want to look out for old Jim Blaine.- Chorus.