We know this grocery clerk
Unprepossessing
Some think the boy's a jerk
They have our blessing
But when he starts to move
He aims to please
Which only goes to prove
That sometimes in a clerk you find a Hercules
He hasn't much that's plus
You might describe him thus
A false alarm, a broken arm
An imitation Hitler and with littler charm
But oh, can that boy foxtrot
His mouth is mean
He's not too clean
What makes him look reptilian
Is the Brilliantine
But oh, can that boy foxtrot
Who knows, what I saw in him
I took a chance
Oh yes
One more flaw in him
He can't dance
As dumbbells go
He's rather slow
And as for being saintly
Even frankly, no
But who needs Albert Schweitzer when the lights are low
And oh boy, oh boy can that boy foxtrot
Right now, as I speak of him, I hear those drums
And all the technique of him
He's all thumbs!
He's jokes are quaint
And fairly faint
He may be full of hope, but I've no complaint
He often is a bore, but on the floor he ain't
And oh boy, oh boy
Can that boy, foxtrot