The Fan-Fan

The Fan-Fan walks, Fan-Fan talks, The Fan-Fan in the prison population takes immense concentration, The Fan-Fan dance be the dance of romance. The Fan-Fan taste is the taste of the great, the Fan-Fan be warning you before it's too late, the Fan-Fan wink his eye, he make a joke upon you--he makes. The Fan-Fan walk, The Fan-Fan talk, The Fan-Fan hawk up from the hills, The Fan-Fan carry 'round a cloud with a smilin' dog named Phil. The Fan-Fan soapin' in the suds,and he calls to whippoorwills, the Fan-Fan sleeps so sound that he can bleed for miles. The Fan-Fan come among us, he always comes in style, the Fan-Fan smells like a woman but he slips by like a child. The Fan-Fan take a tumble down and then he may get right, the Fan-Fan slips through the neighborhood to silhouette the night. And if your boy goes into battle and he comes back with no legs, the Fan-Fan he stay with him all through his healing days. And when Gabriele blows his bugle and lower down on the tray, the Fan-Fan always comes a sniffin' round to the grave. Fan-Fan float on Sunday morn and fly til afternoon. He works his body to the bone, and then goes off alone. He shows up with a woman in the tenderness of dawn, 'cause she's his lucky charm and he's her other arm. Fan-Fan lives in the sunny silhouette and whispers when he sings--he likes to whisper in them haunting melodies. You know he is featured in what no one knows, and what can never ever be told. He'd like to be your jelly roll and play arpeggios, the Fan-Fan walks, the Fan-Fan talks you know, Fan-Fan walks, the Fan-Fan talks--Fan-Fan in the prison population takes immense concentration, the Fan-Fan dance is the dance of romance, The Fan-Fan taste is the taste of the great, the Fan-Fan be warning you before it's too late, the Fan-Fan wink his eye, he make joke upon you, he makes...........