Frigid Air Fanny Songtext
von George Formby

A foreign dame
To England came
For months she′d been afloat
Travellin' first class
That′s the worst class
On a cattle boat!

See her with a gay rag
Wrapped around a hay bag
Wagglin' a tambourine
That's Frigid Air Fanny, the flame from the Argentine, yeah man!

At the cabaret show
Rotten apples they throw
Shoutin′, "Keep the party clean!"
To Frigid Air Fanny, the flame from the Argentine!

Now don′t tell her she's frozen mutton
For if you do
Soon you′ll get the frozen mitt
And the cold shoulder too!


You can recognise her
There's nothin′ to disguise her
Except a bit of crepe de chine
That's Frigid Air Fanny, the flame from the Argentine!

Now since a child
Out in the wild
That′s where she used to dwell
In the land
Where beef gets canned
There she gets canned as well!

Sitting on an ice box
Melting all the ice blocks
She's the hottest thing you've seen
That′s Frigid Air Fanny, the flame from the Argentine!

When she does the rumba
Policeman take her number
And firemen dash on the scene
To Frigid Air Fanny, the flame from the Argentine!

Now don′t tell her she's frozen mutton
For if you do
You will get the frozen mitt
And the cold shoulder too!


Her teeth are not a grand set
She bough a secondhand set
And stuck ′em in with Secotine
That's Frigid Air Fanny, the flame from the Argentine!

Now don′t tell her she's frozen mutton
For if you do
Soon you′ll get the frozen mitt
And the cold shoulder too!

People call her two faced
Tying up her shoe lace
You can see the face they mean
On Frigid Air Fanny, the flame from the Argentine!