LE VICOMTE DE ROUE D’ENGRENAGE
De ver’ first ting I do for mek my introduce
Is giv’ my nam’, which just the sam’ I tink is good excuse,
Fer tell to you an’ efery wan in my ver’ bess maniere,
So well’s I can, vat kine of man is de bess one I don’t care.
Some fellers ver’ satisfy for mek’ de small depense,
Don’t spend a cent everywhere she’s went. I’m not dat kine of gens.
De more ma debts get bigger, de more I dude’er get,
Fer stay on top you must not stop for trow on style, you bet.
I’m work on the G. T. P., an’ know my own bizness,
I’m strong lak a beef wid efery chief an’ can mak’ the grand finesse.
I have some debts so high my neck, but dat’s give me no excite;
Firs’ chance I get I pay my debt, an’ den I be all right.
Fer sure I’m very dis-custard of de Ottawa ver’ firs’ class,
Who hold the nose an’ donat let de clothes touch me wen dey pass.
But wait a minit, Mr. Snobbs, I’m not finish for you,
I’ll give you surprise and mek’ you cognize le Vicomte de la Roue.
Suppose I want someting, I get it, you bet my life,
Anyone come for spoil my game for sure he’s get de knife.
I tell you wan ting ver’ sure, if you want for success
Go for it rough, and mek’ big bluff, an’ you get it, I guess!!
The gentle art of saying nothing is about to become a lost art.
The higher up you get the harder to keep your equilibrium and the bigger the bump when you come down.
Some men generally tell the truth, some often tell it, many seldom tell it, some have to have it dragged from them, and to a large number it is an unknown quantity.