Frankie and Johnny Sammy Davis Jr.

Frankie and Johnny were lovers
Man how those two cats could love
They promised to dig one another
Long as stars remained above
He was her mate
But he couldn’t fly straight

Now he was a cat that was lazy
Thinking of work made him frown
And she had a bank that was crazy
And his loans were not turned down
She was his fool
And he played it real cool

[What a drag]

They sashayed down to the ballroom
A place where you go chaperoned
Strictly a come as you are room
And the clientelle were stoned
Everyone was juiced
As you may have deduced

The evening was sulty and torid
And Frankie was limp from the heat
She planted a kiss on his forehead
Then she beat out a swift retreat
For as you might suppose
She had to powder her nose