Letras
I know this grocery clerk
Unprepossessing
Some think the boy's a jerk
They have my blessing
But when he starts to move
He aims to please
Which only goes to prove
That sometimes in a clerk
You find a Hercules
He hasn't much that's plus
You might describe him thus
A false alarm, a broken arm
An imitation Hitler
And with littler charm
But oh, can that boy foxtrot!
His mouth is mean, he's not too clean
What makes him look reptilian
Is the brilliantine
But oh, can that boy foxtrot!
Who knows what I saw in him
I took a chance, oh yes
One more flaw in him
He can't dance
As dumbbells go, he's rather slow
And as for being saintly
Even faintly, no
But who needs Albert Schweitzer
When the lights are low?
And oh boy, oh boy
Can that boy foxtrot!
Right now, as I speak of him
I hear those drums
And oh, the technique of him
He's all thumbs
His jokes are quaint and fairly faint
He may be full of hokum
But I've no complaint
He often is a bore
But on the floor he ain't
And oh boy, oh boy
Can that boy foxtrot!