Glamor Man

 

No one cuts it quite like Monty
He’s always friendly The life of every party
He loves to dress up
In clothes from other countries
He’s got a monkey
Tattooed on his belly

 

Oh glamor man glamor man
The whole world’s in love with you
Oh glamor man won’t you show the fans
How you do the boogaloo

 

Monty glides across the marble
A glimpse of muscle
Under Russian sable
He smells of teak wood
And you can feel his boot heel
Caress your ankle
Underneath the table

 

Oh glamor man glamor man
The whole world’s in love with you
Oh glamor man won’t you show the fans
How you do the boogaloo

 

Oh glamor man look at me
I’m in love with you can’t you see
I would do anything 
Just tuck me under your angel wing
Dress me up in silver thread
Ropes of rubies round my head
Then you can teach me to do
That boogaloo

 

Monty’s never ever lonely
He’s always trailed by
An entourage of ladies
I guess one day he
Will have to stop the party
Could one of us be
The girl he’s gonna marry
Marry

 

Oh glamor man glamor man
We’re all waiting here for you
Oh glamor man won’t you choose a fan
Who can do the boogaloo
Who can do the boogaloo
Who can do boogaloo

 

With you