The Singer

My darling is a dancer and nightly we go
Stepping it out together lightly toe to toe
My darling is a singing bird, a neat Jenny-wren
And all her little warbling makes me sing again

There are men who come to see me
They got mohair overcoats and Aqua Velva smiles
In their ears there are maggots
In their inside pockets there are crocodiles

Oh my darling is a juniper, a clean little tree
Beneath her fragrant foliage she sweetens me
Oh my lady is a dancer and nightly we skip
Stepping it out together lightly hip to hip

There are men who come to see me
They got nice conversation, they got barbed-wire souls
With bunched-up fists and buttocks clenched
Their fingers up my buttonholes

Oh my darling is a fountain, a clear little stream
And in her lucid waters I am clean
Oh my lady is a dancer and nightly we fly
Stepping it out together lightly, thigh to thigh

La la la la la la li la li
Stepping it out together lightly thigh to thigh