Fanlight Fanny

Up the West End, that’s the best end, where the night clubs thrive
Down into a dive you go
There’s a jazz queen, she’s a has been, has been Lord knows what
Every night she’s there on show
She dances underneath a magic spell
She’s full of charm and beer and stout aswell
She’s 66 but looks 16, her friends don’t know her now her face is clean
Fanlight Fanny, the frowsy night club queen.
See her glide around the floor then glide around into the pub nextdoor,
Fanlight Fanny, the frowsy night club queen.
She looks well in the lime, a queen of the time, you get your money’s worth
By day you’d say it’s her second time on earth!
She waltzs in the West End shops then waltzes out between two cops
Fanlight Fanny, the frowsy night club queen
She’s a peach but understand she’s called a peach because she’s always canned
Fanlight Fanny, the frowsy nightclub queen
When she’s dressed she’s like Mae West, she wears two saucepan lids upon her
chest
Fanlight Fanny, the frowsy nightclub queen.
She looks well in the lime, a queen of all time. You get your money’s worth
By day you’d say its her second time on earth
Every morning at the break of day, they call for the empties and they cart away.
Fanlight Fanny the frowsy night club queen