Trombones flair,
Bells flashing in the air.
That dark eyed babe,
Giving you that look,
Rolling her hips,
strutting across stage.
Spotlights shine,
Flutter-tonging now,
Pick it up,
Sleek vixen.
Beaded skirt swaying,
Fishnet stockings tight,
Pretending to hide,
Leaving everything but nothing to the imagination.
Prohibition,
Liquor,
Show girls,
And all that jazz.
