Since the soul of Carmen Miranda had captured the mind of man

Dismissed with her generation for the price of a can-can

Consigned to the sideshows of history, with the patronized orphans of film

She seeded the bait and offered the faint hope of chance to innocent men

In love with the trance of her dances

And abandoned by them

And abandoned by them



She called in the boys

She remembered their names, and the sorry condition they came in

The dances were soiled, they spun and recoiled

From the master tapdancer inside them, beside them



The soul of Carmen Miranda had captured the mind of man

Dismissed with her generation for the price of a can-can

The soul of Carmen Miranda for the price of a can-can

The soul of Carmen Miranda for the price of a can-can