De Possum-a-la - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
DE POSSUM-A-LA. Copyright, 1895, by Spaulding & Gray. Words and Music by Harry Ward. 
The very latest thine we now will dance and sing, If a coon is lazy, he'll go crazy, both his feet he'll fling; It started 'nay down south, but now it reaches for, And all de nigs ate dancing it, 'tis called de Possum-a-la. 
Chorus. First thine you do is a graceful pose. Then raise your right foot high us your nose. Cut a chicken's head off, den you pass, Bow to yourself in de lookiti' glass; Three steps backwurd, salute your Ma, Over to de left, then catch a 'ieciric car; All you niggers, cut dem Aggers, Dur'e de Possum-a-la. 
De high-toned coons all know, de elegant style they show, All tie swell coon waiters, hot potatoes, to de gals bow low; Just leave dat rnzor home, And throw dem crupdice far, De coonjine am not in it, when you dance de Pussum-a-la. 
Chorus. Slide to de right, put your hand on your head. Make a thousund-dollur lick, do de pigeon tread, Trot on your toes, now hush your talk, Ain't dat coon got a noh'e walk? Spin on your heels, do de bombushay, Glide to de front, go up dat way, Don't get sickly, end it quickly, Dur's de Possum-a-la.