Joan the Legless Dancer

Well I met this girl her name
She was sittin' there all alone
In a seedy, little honky-tonky bar
I tell you man that place was rough
Well even the barmaids they were tough
And the piano player wore a suit of armour

Some cowboy man was giving her hassle
Some six feet six and full o' muscle
So I decided, I'd go and intervene
I took a bottle of that Mississipi Rum
And I shoved it in right up his bum
And I gave his ass a shot o Windolene
(and that's pretty nasty)

Joan the Legless Dancer's her name,
Can't walk, can't talk, isn't it a shame,
Joan the Legless Dancer's her name,
And falling over backward is her game

Well after he had buggered off
I *uh* gave a kind of nervous cough
Said can you tell me how you lost your limbs if you can
She didn't say a single word, well the situation was quite absurd
But her aunt said she lost 'em all in 'Nam
(Chelt-Nam that is ...)

Said you look like you can dance a bit
You may be bald but your face'll fit
Why don't you join our freaky folky band
Said come along to all our gigs
And reel us with your splendid jigs
And now this girl is known throughout the land

(...one more time for Joany...)

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