Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Can That Boy Foxtrot!, artist - Stephen Sondheim. Date of issue: 21.03.2022
Song language: English
Can That Boy Foxtrot! |
| 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! |
| Say, pal |
| Look at the classy |
| Coed queen |
| That gal |
| Wiggles her chassis |
| Good and mean |
| Look, she’s givin' us the eye |
| Strictly on the sly |
| Say, I think she’s tryin' to vamp us |
| See ya 'round the campus |
| Oh, man |
| Look at that hot stuff |
| She is hep |
| You can |
| Tell that she’s got stuff |
| See her step! |
| Maybe I could take a chance |
| Grab her for a dance |
| Make a few advances later |
| See ya, alligator! |
| Say, cutie pie |
| Wanna shake it with me, cutie pie? |
| You better shut up! |
| Say, Miss |
| Wanna swing it with me? |
| I’m a cut-up! |
| Gimme a chance! |
| Hey, cutie |
| Hey, Miss |
| Wanna shake it up with me? |
| I’m a cut-up |
| You better shut up! |
| You’ll feel |
| With me |
| As a feather and |
| Stop, there’s a cushion |
| Watch where you’re pushin' |
| Whoa, boys! |
| Let’s not fight, boys |
| Be refined |
| Line forms to the right, boys |
| Simmer down and tell me what you have in mind |
| I do the rumba |
| Turkey trot |
| Polka, gavotte |
| And tango |
| I do the conga |
| Bolero, castle walk |
| And fandango |
| Whoo! |
| I do the rumba |
| Turkey trot |
| Be! |
| Gavotte |
| And tango |
| Line! |
| I do the conga |
| Bo- |
| Right boys! |
| Castle walk |
| And fandango |
| All right, that’s quite enough |
| Let’s see you do your stuff |
| I pass |
| Too crass |
| You just can’t foxtrot |
| A shame |
| Too tame |
| You just can’t 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! (Ooh) |