I'm Glad That The Bushmen Can't See Me Now A-Doing It Tall In The Town; I've An Inch-Brimmed Hat On My Sun-Burnt Brow, And My Collar Jumps Up And Down. I'm Wearing A Vest That Would Charm A Snake, And A Tie Like A Lost Soul'S Wail; And I'm Dressed In A Coat Of The Latest Make, With A Little Slit In The Tail: With A Little Slit In The Tail Of It, With A Little Slit In The Tail. My Pants Alone Are A Thing Of Joy, And They're Built To Show My Bends, With A Crease Behind And A Crease Before, And A Little Curl In The Ends. I Carry My Nose-Rag In My Cuff, And The Lot Should Get Me Gaol, I Paid Five Guineas For My Rig-Out, And One For The Slit In The Tail: For The Little Slit In The Tail Of It, For The Little Slit In The Tail.