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I'm Cookin' with Glass lyrics
Since the soul of Carmen Miranda
Had captured the mind of man
Dismissed with her generation
For the price of a can-can
Consigned to the sideshows of history
With the patronized orphans of film
She seeded the bait and offered the faint hope
Of chance to innocent men
In love with the trance of her dances
And abandoned by them, and abandoned by them
She called in the boys, she remembered their names
And the sorry condition they came in
The dances were soiled, they spun and recoiled
From the master tap dancer inside them, beside them
Since the soul of Carmen Miranda
Had captured the mind of man
Dismissed with her generation
For the price of a Cancan
The soul of Carmen Miranda
For the price of a can-can
The soul of Carmen Miranda
For the price of a can-can
The soul of Carmen Miranda
For the price of a can-can
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- Track 14 on Brazilian Bombshell
- 13 Fanfare-Song
- 15 Yipsee-I-O, I Like West, Best!
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