Baghdad is having trouble with a Vamp there
Sporty, Warm and Naughty
Of all the Vampers on the Vamp that I’ve seen
She’s Queen.
Forty, Fat and Fair
Where the men abound,
There she will be found
They call her “Spearmint”
‘cos she always “sticks around.”
CHORUS:
She’s the Vamp of Baghdad,
Yes, the Vamp of Baghdad,
She’s the champ of Bagh-Bagh-Baghdad,
Yes Sir! Three bags full!
From their homes she drags ‘em
With a smile she “Bags” ‘em
Bags them all, and she’ll bag anything in Oxford Bags.
Keeps a grip on Grandpa,
He’ll be pinched from Grandma!
When the Vamp of Baghdad winks her naughty eyes of blue.
She’s the Vamp of Bahdad,
On the ramp in Baghdad;
If she gets her eyes on Father,
Mind she doesn’t “Bag” Dad too!
She’s out to capture anything in trousers,
Traps them, Just kidnaps them,
She’s “bagged” the sweep, the butcher and the baker,
Quaker, Cocktail Shaker, too.
Only one man’s safe,
He’s up in the moon;
They call her “Blancmange”
“cos she always wants a “spoon.”