BM: Mary Ann, Mary Ann!
AS: Yes?
BM: I'm ashamed your name's McCann
AS: What's the matter, mama dear?
BM: Mary Ann, come over here!
BM: Take it back, the dress you bought.
AS: Don't cha know they wear 'em short?
BM: You'll get pinched if you get caught.
AS: Well, what do ya want from me?
BM: Keep your skirts down!
AS: Ahhh
BM: Keep your skirts down!
AS: Gee
BM: Keep your skirts down, Mary Ann!
AS: Ah, applesauce!
Gee, I have a lovely dimple on my knee!
BM: Don't I know it!
But it wasn't put there for the world to see.
BM: Keep your skirts down!
AS: What d'ya mean, down?
BM: You know what I mean.
When you sit down, if you can.
You would make any man in town a nervous wreck.
AS: Why!?
BM: Remember you can wear your beads around your neck.
Keep your skirts down!
Keep your skirts down!
AS: They're going up!
BM: Well keep 'em down, Mary Ann!
BM: Mary Ann, Mary Ann,
AS: Yes?
BM: Girl, you'll never get a man.
AS: Oh, I'll grab one, never fear.
BM: Mary Ann, just listen here.
Men like the old-fashioned kind.
AS: Mama, dear, you're way behind.
BM: Sure, you'll make them lose their minds!
AS: Oh, what am I gonna do?
BM: Keep your skirts down!
AS: Ahhh
BM: Keep them way down!
AS: Gee whiz!
BM: Keep your skirts down, Mary Ann!
AS: You make me tired!
I might catch a fellow with my stockin's rolled.
BM: All that you will ever catch will be a cold!
BM: Keep your skirts down!
AS: Ah, what d'ya mean, down?
BM: Keep 'em down when you sit down, if you can.
AS: Nowadays you must dress like this to win a lad.
BM: Mmmm, but I didn't do it, and I won your dad.
AS: Well, he was no bargain!
BM: Don't get fresh.
Keep your skirts down!
AS: They're going up!
BM: Well keep 'em down, Mary Ann!