Here Comes Malinda

I've got some song for you
About somebody who's
The sweetest, neatest lady in the town!
Gather 'round!
If you ain't seen her yet,
You've got a treat to get,
Brothers, see that crowd,
That's a-struttin' proud:

Let her pass,
Boy, what class!
Here comes Malinda.
Is she hot?
Tell you what!
A red-hot cinder!
Don't you cry,
Steppin' high
With Miss Malinda slow,
You won't last;
Is she fast?
She's just a human dynamo!

When she's out
Fellows shout,
"Here comes Malinda!"
How they wait,
Congregate,
Beneath her window.
She'd make a traffic cop,
Make all his traffic stop,
Hear him say,
"Clear the way,
Here comes Malinda now!"

The fellows walk a mile,
Just for a little smile
And gals are jealous, 'fraid she'll steal their man,
Know she can.
And how she dogs 'em round,
She's sure a ritzy hound,
When she's out for air,
Makes 'em stop and stare.

Let her pass,
Boy, what class!
Here comes Malinda.
Is she hot?
Tell you what!
A red-hot cinder!
Don't you cry,
Steppin' high
With Miss Malinda slow,
You won't last;
Is she fast?
She's just a human dynamo!

When she's out
Fellows shout,
"Here comes Malinda!"
How they wait,
Congregate,
Beneath her window.
She'd make a traffic cop
Make all his traffic stop,
Hear him say,
"Clear the way,
Here comes Malinda now!"

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