You Look Marvelous

Saludos, my darlings And you know who you are Come on, let's mingle So nice to see you Throw your hips into the air Like Cyd 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 Fernando's private prancer Darling, I got to tell you something And I don't say this to everybody You look marvelous Absolutely 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 You look marvelous Absolutely marvelous And this is from my heart Which is deep inside my body It is better to look good Than to feel good Get down (that's right) (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 (Appolonia) 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 got to mambo Nothing lasts forever, darling But it's not the end of the world When I was fired by Paramount They were still MGM I love you young people today With your rock and roll Like an Eddie Van Heflin (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 You know, darling, I love dancing Dancing to me is like Standing still, only faster Do you know what I'm saying to you My dear, do you understand The term, full grown midget Must be me 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 Put on some soft music I'll put on my Spiderman pajamas And we'll do things I'm gonna Tell my friends we did anyway 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 You know, I went to a Madonna concert And the people come dressed like her With the navel showing and the brassiere And the ties with the pantyhose And the beauty mark And these were some of the guys I tell you, this rock and roll Is really nuts If a train is leaving Chicago At eleven 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 Tattle Tales...