My youth was spent in the orientWhere they never taught me to waltzYou’d be surprised when I exercisedIt was never done to a waltz!It was done like this . . .But never to a waltz!In ancient siam, women like I amIndoors or on the street . . .No woman . . . dances with her feet!Egyptian, persian, only one versionNo other stands a chance,Feet are for walking,Not for dance!To an oriental fiddle,You can see them shake their middle,The feet don’t mean a thingMiddles are all they swing!Even an egyptian mummyWiggles her tummyWiggles it so an’ soThat is the only dance ! know!< instrumental break >You don’t need an arthur murrayJust a fringe that’s on the surreyWill satisfy your needsDancing between the beads!Everybody shake your torsoSexy but more-so,Shake it, come on, let’s go . . .Let’s do the only dance I know!