Her name was Shirley June, a sultry lusty, busty country babe
Who had a belly button that could corrupt ol' Honest Abe
With her pretty eyes she walked and talked like a Southern Belle in heat
She always sauntered in like a whore
Or hoochie mamma indiscreet
She wore a top that showed off her mid-drift in hot mauve pants
Oh, the Navel Acad-emy brass just loves how she can belly dance

The bar keep told his patrons, as he poured a round of Hennessies
That, Shirley June always holds her liqour well and hates Shirley T's
She's got a stage act that could feed a male dominated crowd
There's not the slightest bit of shame when Shirley June's gyrates proud
Seems like It's all done in fun to the cheers of her many fans
Oh how silly Shirley Temple would have looked doing a belly dance

The barkeep laughed as he recounted the time she hurt her pinky toe
Her heel had broken off near some sailors watching from front row
And she did a prat fall on them landing in their Navy white
They caught her just in time and she breathed a sigh - to everyone's delight
She reveled in their arms and made it a part of her gigs
And now it's known that Shirley June stage dives frequently while she jigs

The barkeep said with a smile, while he told of last Friday night
When a band of Hell's Angels came in and tried to start a bar fight
She told those bikers, Sherrif Gaylord is on his way
Told them to leave before someone got hurt, in bold display
He never saw a girl stand up so resolute to some biker pigs
And so now Shirley June wears two chrome pe-arl handled pistols while she jigs

Guys yearn to watch Shirley June on stage and perform
She's apt to burn the whole place down when she's starts a dancing up a fi-re storm
Some say she plays too loose with the cards she's delt
But she's a riot with a few drinks under her belt
She don't really show what's goes on under her blonde wigs
They say that Shirley June has the stomach for raunchy belly dancing gigs

The cheers and hoopla builds for the grand entrance of Shirley June
While she listenes to all the commotion
Through the walls in her dressing room
For soon the curtains will go up
On the greatest tummy teasing Queen
The guys are in an uproar anticipating her first scene
As she drowns her stage fright apprehension with a garter flask of swigs
Jim Beam's the only gentleman that sees her through belly dancing gigs