The Spike: or, Victoria College Review Capping Carnival 1921
4. Solo, Lulu
4. Solo, Lulu.
When I was quite young I was carefully trained
In all I should know, and I meekly refrained
From all that I knew that I shouldn't have known,
I supped and I snubbed with the greatest of grace,
And never had powdered my face,
And in Fact I bad what is called tone.
For according to Snobson Street
You must never sit down on your feet,
And if everything fails
You may ride near the rails,
For Snobson Street girls aren't as slow as the snails.
If you Foxtrot and onestep quite well,
And your voice isn't like a cracked bell
(Now isn't it funny),
If you have some money
They like you and vow you are sweet. (Chorus Repeat.)
Now when Poppa was near we had simply no chance,
For Poppa objected to every dance,
And you must give a dance that is done every year.
For if you don't you are done for, I fear,
And you might as well die right away,
As be out of the running for aye.
And according to Snobson Street,
That's as bad as to scoff when you eat,
And the tales that are told,
Of the girls who are bold,
Now they sit on damp doorsteps and often catch cold.
That is sinful and shameful as well, And deserves a through passage to— (crash.)
Still its no use pretending—
A miserable ending
Awaits all who're not in the street.