Amick Byram - If Youve Only Got a Moustache Lyrics

You men who long for love
You mustn't all despair
There's a secret you should know,
To capture the heart's of the fair

You may not have the looks,
You may not have the dash
but you'll win yourself a girl
If you've only got a moustache,
A moustache, a moustache,
If you've only got a moustache.

You may be common folk,
Without a hint of pride
But you needn't be a king
To make any maiden a bride

You may not have a name
You may not have the cash
But you'll make that girl you're own If you've only got a moustache,
A moustache, a moustache,
If you've only got a moustache.

You may be big and fat
Or uglier than sin
All the ladies shut you out
You're wondering how to get in

Well here is my advice,
For how to make a splash
You can have your pick of gals
If you've only got a moustache,
A moustache, a moustache,
If you've only got a moustache.

A moustache, a moustache,
A moustache, big moustache, thick moustache,
My moustache, your moustache,
Say the word, the word moustache
(A moustache, a moustache)
Now we both have said moustache
A moustache, a moustache,
If you've only got a moustache.

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(Original version written in 1864 by Stephen Foster)

Oh! all of you poor single men,
Don't ever give up in despair,
For there's always a chance while there's life
To capture the hearts of the fair,
No matter what may be your age,
You always may cut a fine dash,
You will suit all the girls to a hair
If you've only got a moustache,
A moustache, a moustache,
If you've only got a moustache.

Your head may be thick as a block,
And empty as any foot-ball,
Oh! your eyes may be green as the grass
Your heart just as hard as a wall.
Yet take the advice that I give,
You'll soon gain affection and cash,
And will be all the rage with the girls,
If you'll only get a moustache,
A moustache, a moustache,
If you'll only get a moustache.


No matter for manners or style,
No matter for birth or for fame,
All these used to have something to do
With young ladies changing their name,
There's no reason now to despond,
Or go and do any thing rash,
For you'll do though you can't raise a cent,
If you'll only raise a moustache!
A moustache, a moustache,
If you'll only raise a moustache.

I once was in sorrow and tears
Because I was jilted you know,
So right down to the river I ran
To quickly dispose of my woe,
A good friend he gave me advice
And timely prevented the splash,
Now at home I've a wife and ten heirs,
And all through a handsome moustache,
A moustache, a moustache,
And all through a handsome moustache.