You Look Marvelous

Saludos, my darlings, and you know who you are C'mon, let's mingle So nice to see you Throw your hips into the air Like Syd Charisse and Fred Astaire Let's crazy go nuts Just looking into your eyes, darling I can tell that you have the legs of a dancer So bring those legs And the rest of your body, over here And be 'Nando's private prancer Darling, I got to tell you something And I don't say this to everybody You look marvelous Absolutely marvelous (marvelous) You know, my dear, my father used to say to me "'Nando, don't be a schnook It's not how you feel, it's how you look" He was marvelous But you, darling, hmm, you look marvelous (Marvelous) absolutely marvelous And this is from my heart Which is deep inside my body It's better to look good than to feel good (Ahh) Get down (let's rap) (Fernando?) Darlings? (Who's marvelous?) Try me (Cyndi Lauper?) Marvelous (Tina Turner?) Still marvelous (Jayne Meadows?) She's marvelous (Grace Jones?) Humongous (Cher?) Marvelous (Chaka Khan?) Marvelous (Vanity?) Marvelous (Apollonia?) Ditto (Madonna?) Her belly button is absolutely marvelous I'm about to lose control, and I think I like it Oh, look, there's Sting, looking for his last name in the dip I am what love is all about I've got American teeth and a Spanish mouth Please, hold me while I tango So, my dear, it's been a blast You were not my first, you won't be my last Ciao, I've got to mambo Nothing lasts forever, darling But it's not the end of the world When I was fired by Paramount There was still MGM (MGM) I love you young people today With your rock and roll Like that Eddie Van Heflen (Van Halen) Whatever When I look into your eyes, darling, I see the reflection of me Look at me dancing around in there I look marvelous Absolutely marvelous (Wonderful, marvelous) You know darling, I love dancing Dancing to me is like standing still Only faster You know what I'm saying to you? (Marvelous, wonderful) My dear, do you understand the term "Full grown midget"? Must be me (wonderful, marvelous) There are eight million stories in the naked city, darling Let's be two of them I'm kidding you; I'm a kidder Let's you and I go back to my private hideaway You'll put on soft music I'll put on my Spiderman pajamas And we'll do things I'm going to tell my friends we did anyway (Marvelous, wonderful) Darling, I'm worried about the Cabbage Patch Kids I mean, when they grow up Will they be confused that these people are not their real parents? If a train is leaving Chicago at 11 a.m. in the morning With five thousand pounds of bluefish And another train is leaving Phoenix at exactly the same time And Bert Convy is still hosting "Tattletales"