Из незабвенного Джорджа Формби - Frigidair Fanny
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A foreign dame to England came, for months she’d been afloat
Travelling first class, that’s the worst class, on a cattle boat
See her with a gay rag wrapped around her hay bag, waggling her tambourine
That’s Frigidaire Fanny the flame from the Argentine
At the cabaret show, rotten apples they throw, shouting "Keep the party clean"
To Frigidaire Fanny the flame from the Argentine
Now don’t tell her she’s frozen mutton, for if you do
Soon you’ll get the frozen mitt and the cold shoulder too
You can recognise her, there’s nothing to disguise her,
Except a bit of crepe de chine
That’s Frigidaire Fanny the flame from the Argentine
Now since a child, out in the wild, that’s where she used to dwell,
In the land where beef gets canned there, she gets canned as well
Sitting on an ice box, melting all the ice blocks,
She's the hottest thing you've seen
That’s Frigidaire Fanny the flame from the Argentine
When she does the Rumba, Policemen take her number
And firemen dash on the scene
To Frigidaire Fanny the flame from the Argentine
Now don’t tell her she’s frozen mutton, for if you do
You will get the frozen mitt and the cold shoulder too
Her teeth are not a grand set, she bought a second hand set,
And stuck’ Em in with secotine
That’s Frigidaire Fanny the flame from the Argentine
Now don’t tell her she’s frozen mutton, for if you do
Soon you'll get the frozen mitt and the cold shoulder too
People call her two-faced, tying up her shoelace
You can see the face they mean
On Frigidaire Fanny the flame from the Argentine