Ta-Ra-Ra-Boom-Der-é

A sweet Tuxedo girl you see,
Queen of swell society,
Fond of fun as fond can be,
When it’s on the strict Q.T.
I’m not too young, I’m not too old,
Not too timid, not too bold,
Just the kind you’d like to hold,
Just the kind of sport I’m told.

Ta-ra-ra-Boom-der-é,
Ta-ra-ra-Boom-der-é,
Ta-ra-ra-Boom-der-é,
Ta-ra-ra-Boom-der-é.
Ta-ra-ra-Boom-der-é,
Ta-ra-ra-Boom-der-é,
Ta-ra-ra-Boom-der-é,
Ta-ra-ra-Boom-der-é.

I’m a blushing bud of innocence,
Papa says at big expense,
Old maids say I have no sense,
Boys declare I’m just immense.
Before my song I do conclude,
I want it strictly understood,
Tho’ fond of fun I’m never rude,
Tho’ not too bad, I’m not too good.

Ta-ra-ra-Boom-der-é,
Ta-ra-ra-Boom-der-é,
Ta-ra-ra-Boom-der-é,
Ta-ra-ra-Boom-der-é.
Ta-ra-ra-Boom-der-é,
Ta-ra-ra-Boom-der-é,
Ta-ra-ra-Boom-der-é,
Ta-ra-ra-Boom-der-é.