Since Mother Eve in the Garden long ago,
Started the fashion, fashion's been a fashion.
She wore a strip that has mystified the priests,
Still every season brought a change of green.
She'd stare if she came to town,
What would Mother Eve think of my new Parisian gown.

CHORUS:

Fancy the girls in the prehistoric days,
Had to wear a bearskin to cover up their fair skin.
Lately Salome has danced to be sure,
Wearing just a row of beads and not much more.
Fancy me dressing like that, too!
I'm sure "The Daily Mirror" man would want an interview.

CHORUS:

I've heard that grandmother wore a crinoline;
Then came the bustle-Oh! wasn't that a tussle.
Women were tied up and loaded up with dress,
But fashion now decrees that she must wear much less.
Each year her costume grows more brief,
I wonder when we'll get back to the good old-fashioned leaf.

CHORUS:
As I take my morning promenade
Quite a fashion card, on the promenade.
Now I don' t mind nice boys staring hard
If satisfies their desire.
Do you think my dress is a little bit,
Just a little bit not too much of it?
If it shows my shape just a little bit,
That's the little bit the boys admire.