The Real Sort, The Right Sort - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
The Real Sort, the Right Sort. Copyright, 1896, by Dave Marion & Co. Words and Music by Dave Marlon. 
We belong to a gang, and you can bet your life, We're the real sort, the right sort: There ain't one in the crowd who can boast of a wifeWe're the real sort, the right sort. We can stand for a joke, that's between you and me; We never get home till the hour of three: There ain't one in the crowd who has got a latch-keyWe're the real sort, the right sort. 
Chorus. The real sort, the right sort, we're out upon a tear; The real sort, the right sort, for expense we don't cure, So come have a drink with me, my boys, it's easy for to see The real sort, the right sort are out upon spree. 
We're a jolly good crowd, and you want to belong To the real sort, the right sort; We're fond of a dance, and fond of a song, We're the real sort, the right sort. We've a style of our own that is hard to beatWe're known in each cafe that's here on the street, And we always make love to each girl that we meetWe're the real sort, the right sort.-Chorus.