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Closest to the Bone
by Louis Prima



Closest to the bone
Sweeter is the meat
Last slice of Virginia ham
Is the best that you can eat
Don't talk about my baby
She's slender but she's sweet
Closest to the bone
And sweeter is the meat

Now she'd make a good thermometer
If she drank a glass of wine
She's built just like a garter snake
She climbs up like a vine
My friends tell me I'm a fool
To love a girl like that
Here's the reason I like 'em slim
Instead of big and fat

'Cause, closest to the bone
Sweeter is the meat
Last slice of Virginia ham
Is the best that you can eat
Now don't talk about my baby
She's slender but she's sweet
Umm, closest to the bone
And sweeter is the meat

Let's go
Yeah, let's go
Yeah, boy
Attaboy
One more, one more
One more, one more
Yeah, boy
In the moonlight
Yeah, closest to the bone, yeah
Ah, look out now

Now she'd make a first class fountain pen
If she only knew how to write
Her figure's like a piece of string
Um, she rolls up every night
Everybody thinks that I'm a nut
To love this lovely worm
Boy there's one reason I like 'em slim
Instead of round and firm

'Cause, Closest to the bone
Sweeter is the meat
Last slice of Virginia ham
Is the best that you can eat
Now don'cha talk about my baby
She's slender but she's sweet, um
Closest to the bone
Um, swee, I got another one now, listen here

Um, she'd make a fine piccolo
If she only stayed on key
Boy she's shaped like a rubber band
And she loves to snap at me
Everybody thinks I'm insane
To overlook her faults
But here's the reason I like 'em skinny
Instead of full of schmaltz

'Cause, closest to the bone
Sweeter is the meat
Last slice of Virginia ham
Is the best that you can eat
Don't talk about my baby
She's slender but she's sweet
And it's closest to the bone
And sweeter is the meat
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written by JONES, LOUIS M.
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