Oh, look,
there's
Schnozzle!
Isn't he handsome?
He's beautiful!
Look at him!
Look at him!
at him!
Wait a minute!
Wait a minute!
When I walk down the street,
why am I always molested by beautiful women?
They want a lock of my hair, and the funny part of it is,
I give it out lock for lock,
as fast as it grows in.
How humiliating!
How humiliating.
The question on everyone's lips is,
why am I the second
Don
Juan, and twice as good as the first?
Is it the mischievous twinkle in my eye?
Is it my savoir -faire?
Or is it my di et of hors d 'oeuvres that
makes me so debonair?
No, I got a system, and with this system,
I'm just a hot batata.
Stop that music.
Stop that music. I'll tell you my secret,
but I want you to keep it scarce.
Friends, my words of wisdom will
be echoed around the world.
Now get this.
First you tip your hatta.
Roll your eyes and give it datta.
Now everyone shout,
Dat -dat -dat -dat.
That's half the chorus of the hot patata.
Now you point your toe -a.
Then you fix your bow -a.
Now start to
China, again you
China, again you
China, again you
China, for a finish be sworn,
and again you
China, that's the chorus of
the hot potata.
Folks, you'll have to pardon me,
there's eight girls over there, they're waving to me, I
suppose they want a lock of my hair.
How mortifying.
Now first you tip your hatta,
roll your eyes,
and give it data.
Now everyone shouts,
ch -ch -ch -ch.
What a system,
strictly dynamite.
Every
debutante says they want
Durante.
Now start to turner,
again you turner.
Folks, I suppose you get a little dizzy
turning, but it's part of my system.
That's the chorus of the
Hunchbuck
Teller!