Ta-Ra-Ra-Boom-De-Ay

by Richard Morton

A smart and stylish girl you see,
Belle of good society;
Not too strict but rather free,
Yet as right as right can be!
Never forward, never bold,—
Not too hot, and not too cold,
But the very thing, I'm told,
That in your arms you'd like to hold!

Chorus.
Ta_ra_ra Boom_de_ay, Ta_ra_ra Boom_de_ay, Ta_ra_ra Boom_de_ay, Ta_ra_ra Boom_de_ay;
Ta_ra_ra Boom_de_ay, Ta_ra_ra Boom_de_ay, Ta_ra_ra Boom_de_ay, Ta_ra_ra Boom_de_ay;

I'm not extravagantly shy,
And when a nice young man is nigh,
For his heart I have a try—
And faint away with tearful cry!
When the good young man, in haste,
Will support me round the waist;
I don't come to while thus embraced,
Till of my lips he steals a taste!—
Chorus.—Ta-ra-ra, &c.

I'm a timid flower of innocence—
Pa says that that I have no sense,—
I'm one eternal big expense;
But men say that I'm just immense!
Ere my verses I conclude,
I'd like it known and understood,
Though free as air, I'm never rude,—
I'm not too bad and not too good!
Chorus.—Ta-ra-ra, &c.