Mulcarthy, The Dude - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
MULCARTHY, THE DUDE. As Sung by Eugene De Marbelle. 
Oh, my name it is Mr. Mulcarthy, I get a great laugh from the gang; And at night, when I stand on the corner, They guy me with their new-fangled slang. They holler, "Get on to his sluggers!" "His pants are so tight they are glued!" And they say When I'm mashing the ladies, "Mulcarthy, you look like a dude." 
Chorus. "Aint he too "-too they do holler, "by a blacksmith he ought to be shoed;" "Is it a man or a sidewalk; get on to Muicarthy, the dude." 
Sure I can't help myself if I'm pretty, I try to dress up like a swell; But they tell me I look like a hat-rack, And my photographs I ought to sell. I am only one man and I cannot lick forty; Like Johnny L. Sullivan, I'd fight; But they'd bring a Dutch band to my window. And holler and shout all the night:- Chorus.