Yes, You Are - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
YES, YOU ARE. Copyright, 1898. by Frank Tousey. Words and Music by A. W. West. Arranged by Arthur Sinclair. 
The men of to-day have some odd little ways, But so had their grandsires before; I don't sing in praise of the new-fashioned days, Or pine for the "good times" of yore; For you know to your shame, men were ever the same, And never will alter one jot; So the ladies, from Eve, vow, declare, and believe, You fellows are all a bad lot. 
Chorus. Yes, you are! (Audience: No, we're not!) Oh! yes, you are! (Audience: No, we're not!) You're a gang of unbelievers, and a pack of gay deceivers, Yes, you are! (Audience: No, we're not!) Oh! yes, you are! (Audience: No, we're not!) Well, the ladies know that I'm quite right. 
You say the dear girls all use powder and puff, And lace themselves fearfully tight; You hint that with rouge and all manner of stuff They make their complexion each night. Do you think they don't know that a lot of you men Wear tight-fitting corsets as well; And with soaped-out moustache, brilliantined, cut a dash? There you are, quite the lardy-dah swell!- Chorus. 
You say "pressing business" has kept you away, Your poor wife sits moping at home, But you know that's a fib, for you've been to the play, After which on the "razzle" you roam; Wind up late at the club, then (sweet business-like hub!) Arouse your dear wife from her sleep, Swear your work is just done, tho' its past half-past one, While upstairs you're unable to creep.- Chorus.