The very first duty of a chaperon
Is to leave the young folks quite alone;
Permitting them to sit up late
In twos and twos and tete-a-tete
Whatever that may mean.
When a giddy old girl is on the shelf
And can't have any more fun herself,
It gives her a certain kind of thrill
To know that others are in it still.
A good professional chaperon
No breach of etiquette will condone,
And yet if she is fly she'll know
To hang, around would be de trap
Whatever that may mean.
Although I'm old and quite passé
I was a lulu in my day;
Each girl has a right to a private squeeze
But she must not sit on a gentleman's knees.
I love to chaperon a bunch
Of beautiful buds, and I've a hunch
The reason they all send for me
It's because I'm gay as I used to be,
'Way back in the summer of eighty-three
Sing hey for the chaperon!
