I know this grocery clerk Unprepossessing Some think the boy's a jerk They have my blessing But when he starts to move He aims to please Which only goes to prove That sometimes in a clerk You find a Hercules He hasn't much that's plus You might describe him thus A false alarm A broken arm An imitation Hitler But with littler charm But, oh! Can that boy f-foxtrot! His mouth is mean He's not too clean What makes him look reptilian Is the brilliantine But, oh! Can that boy foxtrot Who knows What I saw in him? I took a chance Oh, yes One more flaw in him He can't dance! As dumbbells go He's rather slow And as for being saintly Even faintly, no But who needs Albert Schweitzer When the lights are low And oh boy, oh boy Can that boy foxtrot! Very nice But no dice You just can't foxtrot Good lad Too bad you just can't foxtrot Right now as I speak of him I hear those drums And, oh, the technique of him He's all thumbs! His jokes are quaint And fairly faint He may be full of hokum But I've no complaint He often is a bore But on the floor he ain't And oh boy, oh boy! Can that boy Foxtrot!