Pleasantries aside, how can you go and wiggle that
Down, derry down down down
Through your fragrant town
It blows my skirt up over my face
I pull it to the floor I skate no more
Through the champagne violin
Every girl is clean like pity while
Some spit on their kitty but
Perfume city, blow once blow twice
Perfume dity, cinnamon on white rice
Float your creosote boat down perfume city

The white glove treatment that one’s not for me
A-B-C dripping harmony
Thus spake Zarathustra, he was stoned
With girl troubles of his own
It should come as no surprise
When at last you close your eyes, that
They’re the ones I know from
Perfume City Blow 3 times 4
Perfume City–now the floor
Will fall away to fill your head with
Perfume City

Perfume City comes round again
To cover me up I’m bound again
Six times three will always be 18
Which is the price of
Perfume City
Bullfight pants,
Perfume city, I’ve got to dance
We can try it as we fly through
Perfume city
Blow three times four, perfume city, now the floor
Will fall away to fill your head with Perfume City
Blow once, blow twice,
Perfume city
Cinnamon on white rice
Float your creosote boat
Through Perfume City

(lyrics: Dan Bern)