Cocktail Counterpoint
I joined the foreign legion
With a saber in my hand
I crawled across the desert
With my belly in the sand
With men who loved their camels
And their brandy and I swear
Nobody dished, nobody swished
When I was a Foreign Legionnaire
Oh, what lovely dishes
They're so delicate and frail
Mine have naked children
I believe they're only male
Oops, I think they're playing
Some exotic, little game
Oops, I think that
Leap-frog is its name
This is even worse than I feared
The son is strange, the father is weird
To meet the wife, I'm actually afraid
I prefer that Anne remain an old maid
It's appalling to confess
Our new in-laws are a mess
She's a prude, he's a prig
She's a pill, he's a pig
So zis, zis, zis for you, Papa
I joined the foreign legion with a saber in my hand
(Oh, what lovely dishes)
(They're so delicate and frail)
I crawled across the desert with my belly in the sand
(Mine have naked children)
(I believe they're only male)
With men who loved their camels and their brandy and I swear
(Oops, I think they're playing some exotic, little game)
Nobody dished, nobody swished
(I prefer that Anne remain an old maid)
When I was a Foreign Legionnaire
I joined the foreign legion with a saber in my hand
(Oh, what lovely dishes)
(They're so delicate and frail)
I crawled across the desert with my belly in the sand
(Mine have naked children)
(I believe they're only male)
With men who loved their camels and their brandy and I swear
(Oops, I think they're playing some exotic, little game)
Nobody dished, nobody swished
(I prefer that Anne remain an old maid)
When I was a Foreign Legionnaire
Here's mother