Can That Boy Foxtrot!

We know this grocery clerk
 Unprepossessing
 Some think the boy's a jerk
 They have our blessing
 But when he starts to move
 He aims to please
 Which only goes to prove
 That sometimes in a clerk
 You find a Hercules
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 He hasn't much that's plus
 You might describe him thus
 A false alarm
 A broken arm
 An imitation Hitler and with littler charm
 But oh, can that boy foxtrot!
 His mouth is mean
 He's not too clean
 What makes him look reptilian
 Is the brilliantine
 But oh, can that boy foxtrot!
 Who knows what I saw in him
 I took a chance
 Oh yes
 One more flaw in him
 He can't dance!
 As dumbbells go
 He's rather slow
 And as for being saintly
 Even faintly, no
 But who needs Albert Schweitzer
 When the lights are low?
 And oh, boy oh boy, can that boy foxtrot!
 Right now
 As I speak of him
 I hear those drums
 And oh, the technique of him
 He's all thumbs
 His jokes are quaint
 And fairly faint
 He may be full of hokum, but I've no complaint
 He often is a boor
 But on the floor he ain't
 And oh, boy, oh boy
 Can that boy foxtrot!