Fanlight Fanny

(Written by George Formby)

Up the west end, that’s the best end, where the night clubs thrive
Down into a dive you go.
There’s a jazz queen, she’s a has-been, has been Lord knows what
Every night she’s there on show.
She dances underneath a magic spell
She’s full of charm and beer and stout as well.
She’s 66 but looks sixteen,
Her friends don’t know her now her face is clean
Fanlight Fanny the frowsy night club queen.

See her glide around the floor, then glide around into the pub next door.
Fanlight Fanny the frowsy night club queen.
Every morn at the break of day,
They call for the empties and they cart away
Fanlight Fanny the frowsy night club queen
By tecs she’s followed and when she’s collared the judge she always cheats,
Twice a month two weeks she’ll do.
She’s often boasted she’s been toasted, toasted by her friends.
She ought to be cremated too.
You can’t tell if she’s brunette or a blonde,
She’s like something you drag out of a pond.
Now She’s a peach but understand
She’s called a peach because she’s always canned.
Fanlight Fanny the frowsy night club queen.
When she’s dressed she’s like Mae West,
She wears two saucepan lids upon her chest.
Fanlight Fanny the frowsy night club queen.
She looks well in the lime, a queen all the time,
You get your money’s worth.
By day you’ll say “It’s her second time on earth”.
She waltzes in the west end shops,
Then waltzes out in between two cops.
Fanlight Fanny the frowsy night club queen.