It's darker than the dark bottom

It rumbles more than the Rumba

If you think that the two-steps got 'em

Just take a look at this number

It's got that certain swing

That makes you wanna sing

Don't go left, but be polite

Move to the right

Doing the reactionary

Close your eyes to where you're bound

And you'll be found

Doing the reactionary

All the best dictators do it

Millionaires keep steppin' to it

The Four Hundred love to sing it

Ford and Morgan swing it

Hands up high and shake your head

You'll soon see red

Doing the reactionary

Don't go left, but be polite

Move to the right

Doing the reactionary

Close your eyes to where you're bound

And you'll be found

Doing the reactionary

All the best dictators do it

Millionaires keep steppin' to it

The Four Hundred love to sing it

Ford and Morgan swing it

Hands up high and shake your head

You'll soon see red

Doing the reac-

Doing the reac-

Tionary

So get in it, begin it

It's smart, oh, so very

To do the reactionary!

I want men that I can please, that I can squeeze, that I can tease

Two or three or four or more!

What are those fools waiting for?

I want love and I want kissing I want more of what I'm missing

Nobody comes knocking at my front door

What do they think my knocker's for?

If they don't come soon there won't be any more!

What can the matter be?

I wash my clothes with Lux, my etiquette's the best,

I spend my hard-earned bucks on just what the ads suggest

Oh Dear what can the matter be

Nobody makes a pass at me!

I'm full of Kellogg's bran, I eat grapenuts on the sly,

A date is on the can of coffee that I buy

Oh dear, what can the matter be?

Nobody makes a pass at me!

Oh Beatrice Fair-fax, give me the bare facts,

How do you make them fall?

If you don't save me, the things the Lord gave me never will be any use to me at all.

I sprinkle on a dash of "Fragrance de Amour,"

The ads say "Makes Men Rash" but I guess their smell is poor

Oh dear what can the matter be

Nobody makes a pass at me.

I use Ovaltine and Listerine, Barbasol and Musterole Life Buoy soap and Flit,

So why ain't I got it?

I use Coca Cola and Marmola, Crisco, Lesco and Mazola, Ex-lax and Vapex,

So why ain't I got sex?

I use Albolene and Maybellene, Alka Seltzer, Bromo Seltzer, Odorono and Sensation

So why ain't I got fascination?

My Girdles come from the Best,

Times ads say they're chick

And up above I'm dressed in the brassier of the week

Oh dear, what can the matter be?

Nobody makes a pass at me!

I use Pond's on my skin, with rye-crisp I have thinned

I get my culture in, I began "Gone with The Wind"

Oh dear, what can the matter be?

Nobody makes a pass at me!

Oh Dor'thy Dix, please, show me some tricks, please,

I want some men to hold

I want attention and things

I can't mention and I want them all before I get too old

I use Mum ev'ry day and Angelus Liplure,

But still men stay away just like Iv'ry soap I'm pure

Just like I result of 99 and 44 One hundred percent P.O.

Oh dear what can the matter be?

Nobody makes a pass at me

It's not cricket to picket not cricket

Oh, no it's just not coming for to picket

You haven't any right you know

You're acting in great haste

Just think of the predicament

In which your boss is placed

And entre-nous I think

It's an exceedingly bad taste

Not cricket to picket not cricket

It's not cricket to picket not cricket

Atrocious and gauche you know to picket

Go home and starve like gentlemen

Not like a noisy brood

Real ladies never make a fuss

Though they like clothes and food

And money's never talked about

For that would be quite rude

Not cricket to picket not cricket

It's not picket to cricket not picket

Uncultured and unmannerly to picket

You know you're misbehaving now

You mustn't lose your mind

You're being so inelegant

And frankly quite unkind

Excuse my indiscretion

But you're older than refined

Not picket to cricket not picket

It ain't ticket to stick it not picket

Now offer some

Get each man there a cricket

Oh, dear, where is your decency

No Vanderbilts or Asters

Would ask in such a vulgar way

Be fitting only dexters I beg you get the hell away

You lousy bunch of...

What do you mean disturbing the peace?

Come with you often

Oh, you see, you're brushing my mink

Get your hands off, kid!

You don't seem to know who I am

Or whom I know

Listen, I'm an intimate friend of Jimmy Walker

You won't get me in the...

Are you ready to hear your lesson for the day?

-Yes, Teacher! Yes, Teacher!

Are you ready to learn what history has to say?

-Yes, Teacher! Yes, Teacher!

Then take your books and follow me to 1776 AD

And as the History page is turned we will see what we can learn

-Yes, Teacher! Yes, Teacher! Yes, Teacher!

In 1776 Tom Paine was writing books with a might and main

The Tory said "now man alive"

Stop giving out with this here liberty jive

-Stop giving out with this here liberty jive

Don't sing of people's rights that way

They might believe in what you say

So stop your song it's not polite

Pipe down before you start a fight

-You don't say, Teacher, is that right?

Aha, but Tom Paine looked ahead and to those Tories

Thomas said no, no, no, no

When you got to go, you got to go

You can't stand still on freedom's track

If you don't go forward, you go back

You can't giddy up by saying Whoa

And sitting on your status quo

-Yes, Teacher! Yes, Teacher! Yes, Teacher!

To Washington at Valley Forge

A wise guy whispered slow down, George

Why start up trouble for the king

This freedom racket is a corny thing

-This freedom racket is a corny thing

Your troops are ickys they can't move

You'll never get them in the groove

So if you're wise, you'll just lay low and play with the guys that have the dough

-You don't say Teacher, is that so?

Aha, but George just looked ahead

And to that Tory Georgie said...No...no, no, no

When you got to go, you got to go

You can't stand still on freedom's track

If you don't go forward, you go back

You can't giddyup by saying whoa

And sitting on your status quo

-Yes, Teacher! Yes, Teacher! Yes, Teacher!

Now Paul Revere saw a bellfry light and that boy rode to town one night

Sang to the farmers near and far

Here come the British beating eight to the bar

-Here come the British beating eight to the bar

One slippery tory said now Paul

You're manners aren't nice at all

Turn back, don't be an old hep cat

The right people don't sing like that

-But Paul Revere turn him down flat

Aha, that's right, he rode ahead and to that Tory Paul just said, no, no, no, no

When you got to go, you got to go

You can't stand still on freedom's track

If you don't go forward, you go back

You can't giddyup by saying whoa

And sitting on your status quo

Yes, Teacher! Yes, Teacher! Yes, Teacher

So, students now you're hep, don't stop!

Keep stepping to that freedom hop

Although the tory's beef and blow

To keep you sitting on your status quo

-To keep you sitting on your status quo

When they say let's stand still a bit

Give up some rights, no harm in it

Remember those are just the tricks

That did not work in 76

-Now ain't that right, the same old tricks?

Though Torys talk: don't be misled

And say do what all those others said

No, no, no, no When you got to go, you got to go

You can't stand still on freedom's track

If you don't go forward, you go back

You can't giddy up by saying whoa

And sitting on your status ...

Sitting on, yes,

Sittin' on your, status... quo! Oh!

Four little angels of peace are we

Loving our neighbors so peacefully

There's really no harm if we do not disarm

For we always in close harmony

Four little angels of peace are we

There is one thing on which we agree

With fall or with friend

We will fight to the end

Just for peace, peace, peace...

Though we butchered the boss

And I've own made the choice

And slaughter the Irish no end

Though I'm injured and poor

Slaying hoard upon hoard

We're but playing the part of a friend

Yes, our arms we ain't twist

But we'll be elected for peace

Except in the case of the crook

We conquered both spears

Now we're up to our ears

Just trying to keep what we took

Three little angels of peace are we

Living together so blissfully

Oh, we never fight unless

We're on the right

But we're always in the right, you see?

Three little angels of peace are we

There is one thing on which we agree

Until we are wrecks

We'll break each other's necks

Just for peace, peace, peace...

In Japan we've the right

In a generous night

But the Emperor knows peace is finer

It isn't our fault it's a case of absurd

We're picked down and buried by China

Oh, how we're deplored I glad did it for the world

We're a nation of poets and thinkers

Also, though we bound without pity

And lay west to his city

It's because all the Chinese are stinkers

Two little angels of peace are we

Living together in amity

We'll sign any pack saying we won't attack

But it's just a mere formality

Two little angels of peace are we

There is one thing on which we agree

We try to keep calm

When we gas, we bump

Just for peace, peace, peace...

Now I know that our war

Is a thing to have horror

And that peaceful fill out

When we hope we have

With our love from the start

I atrocious did all my part

To civilize nearly the hope we have

Though you call me sadistic Imperialistic My armies required a quarry

And though we may slave

What's a splendid day today

After all that we'll say that we're sorry

Though I fall for the urge

Of a nice bloody purge

And living my way I was carrying on

Though I clean up my Schmutz

Would I hear Nazi putz

It is all for the sake of the Aryan

My ambitions are small I want nothing at all

My plans wouldn't be any littler

Now that Austria's Nazi It will be hazy-gazy

To put the whole world under Hitler

Four little angels of peace are we

Drinking with older of saintity

Though we slaughter the meek

We confirm every week

And we talk it over peacefully

Four little angels of peace are we

There is one thing on which we agree

We'll shout and we'll shell

We'll get each other's hell

Just for peace, peace, peace...

Everywhere I go

I hear sweet songs about the moon

Songs about the stars above

And songs of love and June

Songs of hearts that beat as one

To some sweet lovers tune

But they're not songs that sing for me

Songs about the dream that lies Within a lover's eyes

Songs about the cloudless sky

And lover's paradise

Songs about the joys of love

And lovers lullabies

But there not songs that sing for me

What good is love?

If you have to face

Cold hungry days and sighing

What good is love?

If life's just a race

To keep your heart from crying

Let the poet sing of skies above

And endless love

And hearts that dance

Where is my chance?

For the call of romance

What good is love?

If you haven't got

All that makes life worth living

What good is love?

If you haven't got

Even a thing worth giving

You can keep your little songs

That sing

Of all the joy that love can bring

What good's romance?

What good is love to me?

You can keep your little songs that sing

Of all the joy that love can bring

What good's romance?

What good is love to me?