Little Jack Melody & His Young Turks Fashion Parade
When a group of women march, haughtily dressed
Move in time to music for parade
One to another, "Does your dress have crest?"
"Yes, but it's never been picked for a dark night shade"
As prizes were given to the best dresses
They lined up in front of the speaker stand
All of them would like caresses
Winners received the prizes with an outstretched hand
Despite general lack of action
All prizes were carefully weighed
Their march is not a model tractor
But a many women's fashion parade
The sound of their voices echoed from the hills
The parade leader with the flag Old Glory
Regardless, the group voices audibly thrills
If we were retarded it would be another story