We were waltzin' together to the music so divine. She was steppin' all over the feet that are all mine. Oh, my corns and my bunions were a-hurtin' painfully, And I wished that someone would change partners with me.
Though my darlin' was knock-kneed, she was cute as she could be, And I was bow-legged, as anyone could see. And while we were dancin', they were laughin' more an' more. We looked like an eggbeater as we waltzed around the floor.
Then we danced to a new dance. I think it's called the creep. The front end goes like a Cadillac and the rear end like a Jeep. Then she tripped and she fell down. On the floor she sits and cries, Cause it bruised her somewhat and hurt her otherwise.
But no one would change partners, so I danced with her instead. She had a strange growth on her neck. I think it was her head. No, they would not change partners. At my girl they wouldn't look, And if Kinsey could see her, he would write another book.