In Egypt where all the pyramids are
Down our street where lots of dirty kids are
There's a café painted white
Where all the sailors like to go at night
There's a native band, help they play
But the best thing is the cabaret
Expect the suffocation, boltin' up the doors
When they put up the show
(Salome, Salome)
(You should see Salome)
Dancing there with her feet all bare
Every little wriggle makes the boys all stare
(She swings it, she flings it)
(And the sheiks all murmur, "Oh")
While the old sphinx winks and winks and winks
Out there where the sandbags grow Carry on, carry on (voices mumbling)
Salome, she's the idle of the kids
She looks a-like a million dollar saucepan lid
Curtain ring stuck through her nose
And bells upon her pretty little toes
She's a dusky, and though she looks so posh
She'd be a lighter colour if she only had a wash
But every night, there's a big big fight
To see that girl, Salome
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