I'm known as the siren of all seven seas The breaker of hearts by the bay So if you go swimming with bow-legged women I might steal your weak heart away
A big-bottomed seawitch may bob through the waves And hope to lead sailors astray But a true ocean goddess Must fill out her bodice To present an alluring display
O! Beware of old oysters too large in the chest Let's banish them from the buffet I'm far more nutritious
You smell like the fishes--
Did I hear a banshee?
You're sea-green with envy!
This mermaid enchantress--
No, I'm Birth of Venus . . . will send sailors swimming all day!