FRIGID AIR FANNY
Written by Fred E. Cliffe, George Formby & Harry Gifford, 1938.
As recorded by George Formby, 11-Dec-1938.

A foreign dame to England came; for months she'd been afloat,
Travellin' first-class—that's the worst class—on that cattle boat.

See her with a gay rag wrapped around a hay bag, rattlin' a tambourine.
That's Frigid Air Fanny, the frail from the Argentine.
At the cabaret show, rotten apples they throw, shouting: "Keep the party clean!"
To Frigid Air Fanny, the frail 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 recognize her; there's nothing to disguise her, except a bit of crêpe de chine.
That's Frigid Air Fanny, the frail 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 icebox, melting all the ice blocks, she's the hottest thing you've seen.
That's Frigid Air Fanny, the frail from the Argentine.
When she does the rumba, police will take her number and firemen dash on the scene
To Frigid Air Fanny, the frail from the Argentine.
Now don't tell her she's frozen mutton, for it 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 Seccotine.
That's Frigid Air Fanny, the frail from the Argentine.

Now don't tell her she's frozen mutton, for it you do,
Soon you'll get the frozen mitt and the cold shoulder too.
People call her two-face, tying up a shoelace; you can see the face they mean
On Frigid Air Fanny, the frail from the Argentine.