Who is
the lucky
girl to be ruler of
Washington,
D .C.?
Who is to be the
blushing bride?
Who will sleep at the presid
ent's side?
Strike up the symbols, drum and pipe.
One of us is the president's future
wife.
And when they've made their mind up,
a winner will be signed up.
The prize is consequential, residential,
our bodies will bear witness to our fit ness.
If a girl is sexy, she may be
Mrs.
Bruxy, but us is the
President's future wife.
More important than a photo of the cabinet or a newborn chim panzee,
what arrays the circulation
of our paper through the nation is the
dimple on your knee.
What our readers love to see is
the dim ple on your knee.
Even more so, they agree,
is the lovely shape of thee.
More important than a photo of the cabinet
is the dimple on my knee.
But supposing I am losing when the judges are re -choosing,
what will my poor future be?
Do I have to go back to the cafeteria
unattached and fancy -free?
Does a girl who's so ambitious have to work at
washing dishes? I'm afraid that wor ries me.
Don't worry, little girl,
for even if you lose the prize,
Don't worry, little girl,
myself I can't resist your eyes.
I'll worry, little boy,
until you tell what's on your mind.
Don't worry, little girl,
I've asked my heart and this is what I find.
Don't worry, little girl,
don't worry.
Why should we worry?
Because, because,
because, because,
Because you're in the money with
a smile that's sweet and sunny,
I could fall for you myself
Because, because,
because, because
Your looks are so appealing
They have given me a feeling
I could fall for you myself
The thrills you're sending through me,
are doing something to me, the opposite of gloomy.
If they don't want you, I want you.
Because, because, because,
because,
Because your ways are simple and your
needs can show a dimple I could call
For you, my soul!