| She sang the best she’d ever sang |
| She couldn’t ever sing any better |
| But Mister Davidson never rang |
| She knew he would forget her |
| She’d seen him there |
| And put herself to ransom |
| He had stared |
| He really was quite handsome |
| She had really looked her best |
| She couldn’t ever look any better |
| But she knew she’d failed the test |
| She knew he would forget her |
| Triumphant was the way she felt |
| As she acknowledged the applause |
| Triumphant was the way she’d felt |
| When she saw him at the dressing room door |
| She was happier than she’d ever been |
| As he praised her for her grace |
| But his expression changed, she had seen |
| As he leant to kiss her face |
| It ended there |
| He claimed a late appointment |
| She quickly turned |
| To hide her disappointment |
| She ripped her glittering gown |
| Couldn’t face another show, no |
| Her deodorant had let her down |
| She should have used Odorono |
| It’s smooth sailing with the highly successful sound |
| Of wonderful Radio London! |