FANLIGHT FANNY
As recorded by Clinton Ford on “Clinton Ford” (2013)

Up the West End, that's the best end, where the nightclubs thrive,
Down into a dive you go.
There's a jazz queen; she's a has-been, has been Lord knows what!
Ev'ry night she's there on show.
She dances underneath a magic spell.
She's full of charm and gin and scotch as well.

She's sixty-six but looks sixteen.
Her friends don't know her now her face is clean.
Fanlight Fanny, the frowzy nightclub queen.
See her glide around the floor,
Then glide around into the pub next door,
Fanlight Fanny, the frowzy nightclub queen.
She looks swell in the lime, a queen all the time; you get your money's worth.
By day you'd say, it's her second time on earth.
She waltzes in the West-End shops,
Then waltzes out again between two cops,
Fanlight Fanny, the frowzy nightclub queen.

She's a peach, but understand,
She's called a peach because she's always canned,
Fanlight Fanny, the frowzy nightclub queen.
When she's dressed, she's like Mae West:
She wears two saucepan lids upon her chest,
Fanlight Fanny, the frowzy nightclub queen.
She looks swell in the lime, a queen all the time; you get your money's worth.
By day you'd say, it's her second time on earth.
Ev'ry morning at the break of day,
They call for the empties and they cart away
Fanlight Fanny, the frowzy nightclub queen.