"I Must Have A March" lyrics

They stamp, they whistle, they swear
For there at the top of the stair
Caught in the worshipful gaze
Queen of all that she surveys
Like pink blancmange
She gently sways
And she says

I must have a march for my grand entrée
It goes with the boots and chrysanthemum spray
Man, if there's no march
There'll be no cabaret

Just like Marlene D
She sings in a baritone key
She's steady but somehow feline
She walks the intergender line
She'll win your heart
As she won mine

I must have a march for my grand entrée
It goes with the boots and chrysanthemum spray
Man, if there's no march
There'll be no cabaret

A little too blue around the chin
Too many teeth in the grin
A suggestion of bulge at the seam
But still within the spotlight's beam
She pulls it off
She sells the dream

I must have a march for my grand entrée
It goes with the boots and chrysanthemum spray
Man, if there's no march
There'll be no cabaret

Her heels scar the floor as her feet
Stamp to a military beat
Feathers fly off in the twirl
She is a rather clumsy girl
But imperfection
Grew the pearl

I must have a march for my grand entrée
It goes with the boots and chrysanthemum spray
Man, if there's no march
There'll be no cabaret
Man, if there's no march
There'll be no cabaret