The
Key was a dancer.
Look how he danced.
Night time and day,
he flipped all the ways.
She got a job in their belly
One night, Huffwood made a slip
She fell on her back
With oil such a crack
She almost located her hip
They thought she was dead
From a bump on her head
She should be in bed but instead
Becky is back in their belly,
kicking her foot to the sky.
Becky is back in their belly,
doing a sneak for the fly.
Look how she goes, up on her toes,
she can pose on her toes,
on her big brother's nose.
She flies, she can flitter,
skitter and spitter.
Her feet they go with her,
she holds up the foot,
while she smiles with her face.
She triples and triples
all over the place.
Shakes with a shiver,
squeezes with a quiver.
Her father and mother
will never forgive her
since Becky is back in the belly.
Becky is back in the belly.
Kicking her baby's heartbeat.
Becky is back in their belly.
Look, can't to us please.
She kicks to the front,
to the back, to the side.
Some day she'll kick and commit suicide.
She kneels, it's a twister.
But kneeling so much on
her knee is a blister.
She goes all around,
she goes all around the place.
She gets herself busy
and falls on her face.
No one can adore her.
They'll kill her or cure her.
Her mother and father
is going to insure her
since Becky is back in their valley.
Come, Becky, darling.
Mama wants you to dance
for Santa Bloom in the
country.
Oy, such a dancer.
Look how she does it.
Push up the foot, sweetheart,
and don't break the toes.
Look how she goes around.
She goes around and around,
and she never gets seated.
Don't glamour the dying
dog like Pavlova.
She's what you call a rotten ballast.
What ballast?
What ballast?
I can't get over it.
A father should have such a ballast.
On his suckle, don't forget the twist.
For that, I say two dollars on it.
Look out, darling.
Look out you
don't break your technique.
A father and mother are going to
endure her
since Becky is back in the valley.
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