Out For A Racket - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
OUT FOR A RACKET. Copyright. 1893. by T. B. Harms & Co. Words and Music by Percy Gaunt. 
Out for a racket, racket up to here; Out for a racket, racket up to here; Out for a high old frolic, strictly alcoholic; Wine and whiskey, ale or lager beer; Out for a racket, racket up to here; Out for a racket, racket up to here; Out for a high old frolic, strictly alcoholic; Out for a racket up to here. 
Widow. In me a modest maid you see; Of course you know I'm college bred; I've learned to calm my ecstasy, To worldly joys seem dead; This air demure is all put on; I love to romp and make a noise; My mamma thinks I'm an angel, but You ought to see me with the boys; I love to romp and make a noise. And you should see me with the boys-Ah! 
Although, you see, I'm scarce of age, I love to have a high old time; Just now this seems to be the rage. To me it is divine; A cigarette, a glass of wine, With lots of fun and lots of noise; I would not be an angel when I have a night out with the boys; I love to romp and make a noise, And you should see me with the boys-Ah!