Everybody Digs The Majorette

She's coming up the street She's strutting with her feet Twirling that baton As she sweeps her arm Around from her shoulder That generous gesture It's our invitation to join her She's so crisp, she's so bright She's too perfect to be real She points her toes, marching in step Spins to toss that baton up A silvery blur, swirling apparition She makes the catch She turns to face the band Salutes the clarinets and And she pivots on her toe And back up the street she goes Her skirt fans and begs Revealing her legs Lean and sinewed It's already in you She's optimistic, she is relentless She is everything good She twirls that baton, between her fingers Raised up into the sky A thrill to young children And to middle-aged men alike Let her be a lesson to you Everybody digs the majorette She catches your eye. She's tossing it high Everybody digs the majorette She's toeing the line. She is everything fine She's just so fresh. She's just so true She's here in the flesh. She's breaking on through She's got the big smile. She's arching her back She's puts me on trial. She's on the track She is full of adventure. She's the vision of truth She's not open to censure. She's the promise of youth Everybody digs the majorette She catches your eye. She's tossing it high Everybody digs the majorette She's toeing the line. She is everything fine