But now you would not find a thinner young man
Tho’ you walk from the East to the West End.
Two steps and a stop (echo)
A skip and a hop (echo)
I require but a puff and a fan;
I’m a Regent Street cuttery, skip o’er the guttery,
New bread and buttery man.
Chorus—
I’m a worship the lily young man,
Crutch and tooth pick-a-dilly young man,