My youth was spent in the Orient
Where they never taught me to waltz.
You’d be surprised, when I exercised,
It was never done to a waltz.
It was done like this,
But never to a waltz.
CHORUS
In ancient Siam, women like I am,
Indoors and on the street,
No woman dances with her feet.
Egyptian, Persian, only one version,
No other stands a chance.
Feet are for walking, not for dance.
To an Oriental fiddle,
You can see them shake their middle,
The feet don’t mean a thing,
Middles are all they swing.
Even an Egyptian mummy wiggles her tummy,
Wiggles it, so and so,
That’s the only dance I know.
A Greek or Roman without abdomen
Could learn to do it too,
They all could do it, so could you.
With Cleopatra, even Sinatra would have enjoyed the view.
You don’t need Arthur Murray,
Just a fringe that’s on a surrey,
Will satisfy your needs,
Dancing between the beads.
Ev’rybody shake your torso, sexy, but more so,
Shake it, come on let’s go.
Let’s do the only dance I know.