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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Michelle Pfeiffer
Michelle Pfeiffer
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Marc Shaiman
Marc Shaiman
Songwriter
Scott Wittman
Scott Wittman
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Spilfogel
Chris Spilfogel
Additional Engineer
Doug Sax
Doug Sax
Mastering Engineer
Ed Cherney
Ed Cherney
Mixing Engineer
Eric Weaver
Eric Weaver
Assistant Engineer
Fabrice Dupont
Fabrice Dupont
Additional Engineer
Frank Wolf
Frank Wolf
Mixing Engineer
Greg Hayes
Greg Hayes
Assistant Engineer
Marc Shaiman
Marc Shaiman
Producer
Patrick Spain
Patrick Spain
Assistant Engineer
Pete Karam
Pete Karam
Additional Engineer
Peter Mokran
Peter Mokran
Mixing Engineer
Ryan Kennedy
Ryan Kennedy
Assistant Engineer
STEPHEN STEPANIC
STEPHEN STEPANIC
Assistant Engineer
Steve Genewick
Steve Genewick
Assistant Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Front step, cha-cha-cha
Back step, cha-cha-cha
Side step, front step
Back, and turn
[Verse 2]
Oh my God, Penny, there's Link, Link!
I can't believe I'm really here auditioning!
[Verse 3]
I can't believe I'm really here watching you audition!
[Verse 4]
Front step, cha-cha-cha
Back step, cha-cha-cha
Side step, front step
Back, and tu-
Oh, Amber, look at this motley crew!
Oh, this town sure has gone downhill since I was crowned Miss-
[Verse 5]
Oh, Mother, not more ancient history!
[Verse 6]
Oh, my God, how times have changed!
These girls must be blind or completely deranged
But time seemed to halt
When I was Miss Baltimore Crabs
Amber! That move is far too dirty!
[Verse 7]
Mother, wake up from that dream of yours, this isn't 1930
[Verse 8]
You can laugh, but life's a test
Don't do this, don't do that!
Remember, Mother knows best
For the crown's in the vault
From when I won Miss Baltimore Crabs
[Verse 9]
These steps are perfect ammunition
[Verse 10]
Let me show you how your Mommy dear
Took out the competition
Girls, go get 'em
Boys, let's rumba
One, two, three, four
Five, six, seven
Those poor runner-ups might still hold some grudges
They padded their cups, but I screwed the judges
Those broads thought they'd win
If a plate they would spin in their dance
Ha! Not a chance!
Boys, put me down
Oh, good morning, ladies
Let's see what you got
[Verse 11]
Twist, twist, twist, twist
Mashed potato, mambo
[Verse 12]
Ready? Begin
On my show, you'll never find
A thrusting hip or bumping grind
[Verse 13]
What's that? A dance for fleas and ticks?
[Verse 14]
Oh, you should have seen my bag of tricks!
Oh, I hit the stage, batons ablaze!
While belting Aida and preparing souffles!
But that triple somersault
Is how I clinched Miss Baltimore Crabs!
[Verse 15]
Proceed
[Verse 16]
Are you scared we're on live?
[Verse 17]
No, I'm sure I can cope
[Verse 18]
Well, this show isn't broadcast in-
[Verse 19]
Cinemascope!
[Verse 20]
I never drank one chocolate malt
No desserts for Miss Baltimore Crabs
[Verse 21]
This one will never get a date in those hand-me-down clothes
[Verse 22]
Ha! Kid, she'll never get a date till Daddy buys her a new nose
I would say, "Oy, gevalt!"
If I wasn't Miss Baltimore Crabs
[Verse 23]
Do you dance like you dress?
[Verse 24]
Amber, there's no need to be cruel
[Verse 25]
Would you swim in an integrated pool?
[Verse 26]
I sure would! I'm all for integration, it's the new frontier!
[Verse 27]
Not in Baltimore, it isn't, and may I be frank?
First impressions can be tough
And when I saw you, I knew it
If your size weren't enough
Your last answer just blew it
And so, my dear, so short and stout
You'll never be in, so we're kicking you out!
With your form and your face
Oh, but it isn't your fault
You're just down with a case of Miss Baltimore Crabs!
Eh, you may go
[Verse 28]
Um, thank you?
[Verse 29]
I think they secretly liked you!
[Verse 30]
May I please audition?
[Verse 31]
Hahaha, of course not!
But you may bow and exalt
'Cause I am Miss Baltimore Crabs!
[Verse 32]
Crabs, crabs, crabs!
Written by: Marc Shaiman, Scott Wittman
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