Canoodlin' Rag - Alma Cogan

You must never do a tango with an Eskimo

No, no, no, oh dear, no

When a lady from Nebraska’s at a party in Alaska

She must never do a tango with an Eskimo

You can do it with a Latin from Manila to Manhattan

You can do it with a Gaucho in Brazil

But if once those Eskimoses start to wiggle with their toeses

You can bet your life, you’re gonna get a chill

You can never do a tango with an Eskimo

No, no, no, oh dear, no

If you do, you’ll get the breeze up

And you’ll end up with a freeze up

You must never do a tango with an Eskimo

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no

You must never do a tango with an Eskimo

No, no, no, oh dear, no

When a lady from Nebraska’s at a party in Alaska

She must never do a tango with an Eskimo

You can do it with a sailor from Peru to Venezuela

You can do it with Apaches in Paris

But if once an Eskimosee starts to cuddle up so cosy

You’ll find your passion cooling, yes, sirree

You can never do a tango with an Eskimo

No, no, no, oh dear, no

If you do, you’ll get the breeze up

And you’ll end up with a freeze up

You must never do a tango with an Eskimo

No, no, no, oh no, no, no, no, no

Never do a tango with an Eskimo, no, no, no