Cocktail Counterpoint

I joined the Foreign Legion with a sabre in my hand

And crawled across the desert with my belly in the sand

With men sho loved their camels and their brandy, and I swear

Nobody dished, nobody swished

When I was a foreign Legionnaire

Oh, what lovely dishes

They're so delicate and frail

Mine have naked children

I believe they're only male

Oops, I think they're playing some exotic, little game

Oops, I think that "leap-frog" is it's name!

This is even worse than I feared

The son is strange

The father is weird

To meet the wife, I'm actually afraid

I prefer that Anne remain an old maid

It's appaling to confess

Our new in-laws are a mess

She's a prude, he's a prig

She's a pill, he's a pig

So zis, zis, zis for you, Papa!

I joined the Foreign Legion with a sabre in my hand

Oh, what lovely dishes, they're so delicate and frail

This is even worse than I feared

It's appaling to confess, our new in-laws are a mess

And crawled across the desert with my belly in the sand

Mine have naked children, I believe they're only male

The son is strange, the father is weird

She's a prude, he's a prig

With men who loved their brandy and their camels, and I swear

Oops, I think they're playing some exotic, little game

To meet the wife, I'm actually afraid

She's a pill, he's a pig

Nobody dished, nobody swished, when I was a foreign Legionnaire

Oops, I think that "leap-frog" is it's name!

I prefer that Anne remain an old maid

So zis, zis, zis for you, Papa!

Here's mother!