20 Fans Lyrics – Best Little Whorehouse in Texas, The

BANDLEADER

(opening monologue)

Oh the little house lay in a green Texas glade where the,
trees were as cooling as fresh lemonade.

Soft summer wind held a trace of perfume.
And a fan was turning in every room.

BANDLEADER (add CHORUS)
Twenty fans were turning
They were turning
Twenty fans were turning
In every room

Fevers were-a burning
The were burning
And they had to have-a
Way to cool down.

(spoken monologue)

BANDLEADER
It had nice watermelons all covered in vines.
And-a vegetable garden, a few slender pines.

White painted fence, with the roses in bloom.
And a fan was turning in every room

BANDLEADER (add chorus)

Twenty fans were humming
They were humming
Twenty fans were humming
In every room

Customers were coming
They were coming
And they had to have-a
Way to cool down.

(spoken monologue)

Twenty fans were turning
They were turning
Twenty fans were turning
In every room

Fevers were-a burning
They were burning
And they had to have-a
Way to cool down

Twenty fans were turning
They were turning
Twenty fans were turning
In every room

Customers were coming
They were coming
And they had to have-a
Way to cool down

Twenty fans were turning
They were turning
Twenty fans were turning
In every room

Fevers were-a burning
They were burning
And they had to have-a
Way to cool down

[Thanks to Kris Turner for lyrics]
Last Update: April, 26th 2015