The Can Can isn’t much of a dance
Just a way to see a young girl’s underpants.

She’d smack him silly with a rubber chicken,
Before he could complain she smacked him agin.

She couldn’t speak the language she’d only giggle
She couldn’t dance but my oh my could she jiggle

He juggled seven knives finely sharpen,
He juggled the books and was sent to the pen.

The advertisements called her the song bird of the south
Her voice made you want to put worms in her mouth

He told jokes designed to put a smile on your face
He always went last because he’d clear out the place.