3. Solo.

(Air—"Rajah of Bhong," Country Girl.)

Theo. Tresizes:
I am a dancing master gay,
Butterfly flitting from day to day.
Why—
Just look in my eye.

Chorus:
Just look in his eye.

Theo:
All the nice people their homage pay,
All of the ball-room beneath my sway.
Lies.

Chorus:
He's Theo Tresize.
He's Theo Tresize.

Theo:
For I was christened Theo you see,
(It means Theodore between you and me);
If you would foxtrot, I'll shew you what's what;
You'll learn to twist,
Like Theo Tresize.

(Chorus Repeat.)

Theo:
I laid the foundations of Goring Street,
Saved your young maidens from bore dom sweet.
Sighs.

Chorus:
Did Theo Tresize.
Did Theo Tresize.

Theo:
Auckland enlisted my timely aid,
And to the Davis a trip I made!
Prize!

Chorus:
Oh, many the cries.
For Theo Tresize.

Theo:
All tepischorean tumbles I know,
All that's in Heaven and all below;
From Polka to prancing there's nothing in dancing
Unknown alone
To Theo Tresize.

(Chorus repeat.)

Theo:
As a producer I won great fame,
All that's artistic is in my name;
Byes!
(Boys in an Irish idiom.)

Chorus:
There aren't any flies
On Theo Tresize.

Theo:
All of them love me whose blood is blue,
Gaze on my autographed picture, you!
Guys!

Chorus:
He's Theo Tresize.
He's Theo Tresize.

Theo:
For I improved the old foxtrot so,
Found a new onestep that's all the go
(I say that it's Spanish, but it might be Danish),
For as I can tell you
Your Theo Tresize.

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Chorus:
For he, you see, is Theo Tresize,
And once his name blared to the skies,
But now-a-days the cabarets
Are much too full for Theo Tresize.