FRIGID AIR FANNY
(Harry Gifford / Fred E Cliffe / George Formby)

as recorded by George Formby
December 11th 1938


A foreign dame
To England came,
For months she'd been afloat, 
Travellin' first class,
That's the worst class
On a cattle boat!

See her with a gay rag
Wrapped around a hay bag,
Wagglin' a tambourine,
Thats Frigid Air Fanny, the flame from the Argentine, yeah man!

At the cabaret show,
Rotten apples they throw,
Shoutin', "Keep the party clean!"
To Frigid Air Fanny, the flame from the Argentine!

Now don't tell her she's frozen mutton,
For if you do,
Soon you'll get the frozen mitt
And the cold shoulder too!

You can recognise her,
There's nothin' to disguise her,
Except a bit of crepe de chine,
Thats Frigid Air Fanny, the flame from the Argentine!

Now since a child,
Out in the wild,
That's where she used to dwell,
In the land
Where beef gets canned,
There she gets canned as well!

Sitting on an ice box,
Melting all the ice blocks,
She's the hottest thing you've seen,
That's Frigid Air Fanny, the flame from the Argentine!

When she does the rumba,
Policeman take her number
And firemen dash on the scene,
To Frigid Air Fanny, the flame from the Argentine!

Now don't tell her she's frozen mutton,
For if you do,
You will get the frozen mitt
And the cold shoulder too!

Her teeth are not a grand set,
She bough a secondhand set
And stuck 'em in with Secotine,
Thats Frigid Air Fanny, the flame from the Argentine!

Now don't tell her she's frozen mutton,
For if you do,
Soon you'll get the frozen mitt
And the cold shoulder too!

People call her two faced,
Tying up her shoe lace;
You can see the face they mean
On Frigid Air Fanny, the flame from the Argentine!




(Transcribed by Peter Akers - August 2017)