Johnny Mercer
The Girl Friend of the Whirling Dervish
One fine day, I chanced to strayOn a little side street in old BombayAnd met a sentimental orientalShe saw me and I saw sheHad a manner too bold and much too freeHer eyes were positively detrimentalWhen I asked about this gay coquetteI discovered much to my regretShe's the girl friend of the whirling dervishShe's the sweetest one he's foundBut ev'ry night, in the mellow moonlightWhen he's out dervishing with all his mightShe gives him the run-aroundAll the boy friends of the whirling dervishAre his best friends to his faceBut there's no doubt, when he isn't aboutThey all come hurrying to take her outShe leads him a dizzy paceHe dreams of a Hindu honeymoonHe doesn't dream that ev'ry night when he goes outTo make an honest rupeeShe steps out to make a lotta whoopeeSongtexteOh, the love song of the whirling dervishHas a sweet and tender soundBut will he burn if he ever should learnThat while he's doing her a real good turnShe gives him the runaroundShe's got a nervish, throwin' him a curvishWhich, of course, he doesn't deservishPoor old whirling dervish!
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