LAWRENCE
That squishy little wishy-washy
Crazy little strudel
In his noodle
Makes him lazy in the legs.
So how can we affect his soul,
Direct his soul
To make him whole's
The queestion that his situation begs.
Way down deep there at the root he
Really wants to shake his booty
So I think here's what our duty
With him is-
Find a way we can convince his mind
To send a signal down the spine
To the behind,
Where all the rhythm is.
The more we dance,
The more he sees,
The more we tease,
The more he burns,
The more he years
To move his knees
Like Cyd Charisse,
The more he learns
That life is bursting with joy, so live it.
Here it is boy, so give it a chance!
The more we dance,
The more we done,
The more he'll whine,
The more he'll pout
Until he fin'lly bottoms out
And then he'll rise and he'll shine and
He'll prance- so let's dance!
(They now join other couples
dancing along the romantic spots
of the Riviera.)
The more we laugh,
The more we grin,
The more he'll have
To join right inm
The more we glow
And show our joy,
The more I'm sure
We'll cure the boy.
It isn't easy to put him through it-
Remember, we do it on his behalf.
So let's guf-far
In his guf-face
While we im-bibe
And we im-brace,
No more 'I don'ts,'
No more 'I won'ts,'
No more more 'I can'ts.'
So let's dance!
I have an idea. Love put him in that
chair, perhaps love can get him out
of it.
CHRISTINE
What do you mean?
LAWRENCE
The more we squeeze
The more we kiss
CHRISTINE
You mean like this?
(She kisses him deeply
in the name of science.)
LAWRENCE
Gott im Himmel.
CHRISTINE
Was that all right?
LAWRENCE
Ja...Wunderbar.
We must be cruel to fuel his desire.
Let's put another log on the fire-
Come on, let's jump! Let's dip!
Maybe that chump will get a grip.
The Macarana will make him saner
As we say in Vienna-
ALL
Ole!
The more we flirt,
the more overt,
The more his heart
Will start to hurt
And this insert
A lot of ants
Into his pants
That squishy little wishy-washy
Crazy little strudel
In his noodle
Makes him lazy in the legs.
So how can we affect his soul,
Direct his soul
To make him whole's
The queestion that his situation begs.
Way down deep there at the root he
Really wants to shake his booty
So I think here's what our duty
With him is-
Find a way we can convince his mind
To send a signal down the spine
To the behind,
Where all the rhythm is.
The more we dance,
The more he sees,
The more we tease,
The more he burns,
The more he years
To move his knees
Like Cyd Charisse,
The more he learns
That life is bursting with joy, so live it.
Here it is boy, so give it a chance!
The more we dance,
The more we done,
The more he'll whine,
The more he'll pout
Until he fin'lly bottoms out
And then he'll rise and he'll shine and
He'll prance- so let's dance!
(They now join other couples
dancing along the romantic spots
of the Riviera.)
The more we laugh,
The more we grin,
The more he'll have
To join right inm
The more we glow
And show our joy,
The more I'm sure
We'll cure the boy.
It isn't easy to put him through it-
Remember, we do it on his behalf.
So let's guf-far
In his guf-face
While we im-bibe
And we im-brace,
No more 'I don'ts,'
No more 'I won'ts,'
No more more 'I can'ts.'
So let's dance!
I have an idea. Love put him in that
chair, perhaps love can get him out
of it.
CHRISTINE
What do you mean?
LAWRENCE
The more we squeeze
The more we kiss
CHRISTINE
You mean like this?
(She kisses him deeply
in the name of science.)
LAWRENCE
Gott im Himmel.
CHRISTINE
Was that all right?
LAWRENCE
Ja...Wunderbar.
We must be cruel to fuel his desire.
Let's put another log on the fire-
Come on, let's jump! Let's dip!
Maybe that chump will get a grip.
The Macarana will make him saner
As we say in Vienna-
ALL
Ole!
The more we flirt,
the more overt,
The more his heart
Will start to hurt
And this insert
A lot of ants
Into his pants