Dagmar works in a museum
A big, old, lonely mausoleum
She has a boy friend
But can't see him, she's lonely
She can't leave cause it's her duty
To keep an eye on all the booty
To keep the paintings
From getting sooty and dirty
Dinosaur bones
Egyptian thrones
Neanderthal men
And Japanese yen
English swords
And Grecian gourds
Surround her...
Lovely Dagmar, all she has
Is a rare jukebox full of vintage jazz
Donated by some razz-ma-tazz from New Orleans
Invites her friends to come and dine
Museums alway have good wine
Reminds them to bring nickles and dimes
'If you want good music, you gotta have money'
Now...
She's just been made the chief custodian
So Dagmar plays her nickleodeon
Dancing all night long with Jody and Tommy
Dagmar loves that nickleodeon
And even though she's chief custodian
She'll dance all night long with Jody and Tom...
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