Turn on the radio, come on the lope|
We're going to hear the First Lady plug for soap
Maybe it's the kind that helps middle aged skin
For to look middle aged is really a sin
Maybe it's the baby's soap, mother wants to borrow
So she will be beautiful 'bout this time tomorrow
Maybe it's the kind movie stars all love
Makes their skin soft and white as the clouds above.
Maybe it's the kind that makes you smell so sweet
Your Sweetheart will think you are good enough to eat.
Maybe it's the kind to cure dishpan hands
And makes you lovely in spit of worn out glands.
Maybe it's the kind that fixes tattle tale gray
And makes your clothes whiter day by day.
Maybe it's the kind that bleaches just a shade
And makes your colored things look like ***
Maybe it's a new kind, so new, let us say
That it's never been told about in My Day
So turn on the radio, come on the lope
We're going to hear the First Lady plug for soap.