Tina:
I'll tell you all her his-to-ry, There is-n't an-y mys-te-ry re-gard-ing Mign-on-ette,
She's now up-on the stage, And she's at pre-sent all the rage,
And she's a blonde, a bleached bru-nette.
She's pret-ty, she's pe-tite, With dain-ty head and ti-ny feet,
She has a fig-ure that would make a saint for-get.
She wears the lat-est clothes And ev'-ry-where she goes,
You'll hear them whis-per, that is Mign-on-ette.
For Mign-on-ette is a sou-brette,
And in the pa-pers she is called "The Peo-ple's pet!"
But she is pet-ted too in pri-vate
And she hopes to soon ar-rive at A po-si-tion in a most ex-clu-sive set.
For she has met a bar-o-net
Who just for love of her has run him-self in debt.
For Mign-on-ette is a sou-brette.
My word!
For she has met
a bar-o-net
in debt you bet.
For she has met a bar-o-net
Who just for love of her has run him-self in debt.
She has a fine ti-ar-a-ra-ra And an au-to tour-ing car, A ver-y thrift-y girl is
Mign-on-ette!
To man-a gers she'll on-ly say, There's noth-ing do-ing, on your way.
This haugh-ty Mign-on-ette,
Re-port-ers crowd 'round her door! She sees them all and sends for more.
For they're her one best bet!
Mod-istes are ve-ry glad to fur-nish dress-es
for the ad, And they have named for her the lat-est cig-ar-ette.
The a-gents send her wines in hopes that
when she dines, Their brand may be the
choice of Mign-on-ette.
For Mign-on-ette is a sou-brette.
My word!
For she has met
a bar-o-net
in debt you bet.
For she has met a bar-o-net
Who just for love of her has run him-self in debt.
She has a fine ti-ar-a-ra-ra And an au-to tour-ing car,
A ver-y thrift-y girl is Mign-on-ette!