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Marc Shaiman
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The Legend of Miss Baltimore Crabs
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Front step, cha cha cha Back step, cha cha cha Side step, front step, back and Oh, Amber, look at this motley crew! Oh, this town sure has gone downhill since i was crowned Miss Baltimore Crabs Oh, my God How times have changed This girl's either blind Or completely deranged Ah, but time seemed to halt When I was Miss Baltimore Crabs Amber, that move is far too dirty Mother, wake up from that dream of yours, this isn't 1930 You can laugh but life's a test Don't do this don't do that Remember! mother knows best But the crown's in the vault From when I won Miss Baltimore Crabs This steps are perfect ammunition Let me show you how your mother dear Took out the competition Girls, go ge'em! Boys, let's rumba! 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 Those poor runner ups Might still hold some grudges They padded their cups But I screwed the judges Those broads thought they'd win If I plade they would spin in their dance Not a chance Boys put me down Oh, good morning, ladies Let's see what you got! Twis twist twist twist Mashed potato, mambo Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Ready begin On my show you'll never find, A thurusting hip, or bumbing bind Was that a dance for fleats and ticks? Oh, you should have seen my bag of tricks! Oh, I hit the stage Batons ablaze! While belting Aida And preparing souflees! But that triple somersault Is how I clinched miss baltimore crabs! Proceed Are you scared, were on live No I'm sure I can cope! Well, this show isn't broadcast in cinemascope I never drInk one chocolate malt! No dessert, for Miss Baltimore Crabs This one will never get a date in those hand-me-down clothes Ha! kid, she'll never get a date til daddy buys her new nose I would say oy gevalt!! If wasn't Miss Baltimore Crabs Do you dance like your dress? Amber, there's no need to be cruel Would you swim in an intergrated pool? I sure would! I'am all for intergration, its a new frontier! Not in baltimore it isn't, and may I be frank First impressions con be thogh And wen I saw you I knew it If your size weren't enough Your last answer just blew it And so my dear, so short and stout You'll necer be in So we're kicking you out! With your form and your face Oh, but it isn't your fault You're just down with a case of Miss Baltimore Crabs Eh, you may go Tracy; Thank you I think they secrethy liked you
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