In Egypt where all the Pyramids are,
Down a street where lots of dirty kids are,
There’s a cafe painted white,
Where all the sailors like to go at night.
There’s a native band, how they play,
But the best thing is the cabaret,
It’s pack’d to suffocation, bulging at the doors
When they put on the show.
Oh! SALOME! SALOME!
You should see SALOME!
Dancing with her feet all bare,
Ev’ry little wriggle makes the boys all stare.
She swings it, she flings it
And the sheiks all murmur “Oh!”
While the old sphinx winks and winks and winks
Out there where the sand bags grow.
SALOME, she’s the idol of the kids,
She looks a million dollars in her sauce-pan lids,
Curtain rings stuck thro’ her nose
And bells upon her pretty little toes,
She’s dusky, and tho’ she looks so posh,
She’d be a lighter colour if she only had a wash,
But ev’ry night there’s a big free fight
To see that girl SALOME.
She just wants me for a sunbeam,
And a bloomin’ fine sunbeam am I.