A red hot stepper from 1925 Words and music by Fred Rose and Paul Whiteman
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She’s flamin’ Mamie, the surefire vamp
The hottest baby in town
She’s a heart-scorcher, she loves torture
A gal that burns ’em down
Of all those damper-turnin’ mamas
Not one compares
‘Cause she stands endurance
Carries fire insurance
On everything she wears
When it comes to lovin’, she’s a human oven
But she’s hard to understand
It may sound funny but paper money
Burns right in her hand
A fireman that’s so old, he had to retire
Said she’s the hottest thing he’s seen
Since the Chicago fire
Flamin’ Mamie, the sure-fire vamp
The hottest baby in town
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She’s flamin’ Mamie, the sure-fire vamp
The hottest baby in town
She’s a joy-checkin’, home wreckin’
Gal that turns ’em down
Come on you futuristic papas
It’s time you’re told
She’s got ’em all cheated
She’s a steam-heated Gal that’s anything but cold
Her nerves are tensive but her mind’s expensive
She knows her P’s and Q’s
A red hot stepper, sprinkles Cayenne pepper
In her dancing shoes
Her father’s name is Burns, he worked in a mine
Said she ate a box of matches and the age of nine
Flamin’ Mamie, the sure-fire vamp
The hottest baby in town