They're On To Me Everywhere - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
They're On to Me Everywhere. Copyright, 1894. by Spaulding & Gray. Words and Music by Barney Fagan. 
I'm out to-night, got on my best, Pretty colored girls to charm; All the coons are lighting jealous, Swear they'll do my body harm; Hunt all their homes when they know I'm around, They put 'em under lock and key. I smile and look cunnin', then the wenches come a-runnin', If I win 'em, all the coons blame me. 
Chorus. The flags are unfurled when I come to town, it's a holiday while I'm there: The people in pain on the public squares gather, blockading the thoroughfares. I walk down the street with my shoulders back, chest away up in the air; Fix my hat so, then a sailing I go, they're on to me ev'rywhere. 
Make no mistake 'bout who I am, Tell you I'm a high-bred coon; I was raised on milk and honey, Fed me with a silver spoon. Prowl as a peacock When I'm walkin' 'bont town, I spread myself on moonlit nights; I'm light as a feather, swell from hat to patent leather, And the brightest of the dark bright lights.- Chorus.