Since the soul of carmen miranda had captured the mind of man   Dismissed with her generation for the price of a can-can   Consigned to the sideshows of history, with the patronized orphans of film   She seeded the bait and offered the faint hope of chance to innocent men   In love with the trance of her dances   And abandoned by them   And abandoned by them      She called in the boys   She remembered their names, and the sorry condition they came in   The dances were soiled, they spun and recoiled   From the master tapdancer inside them, beside them      The soul of carmen miranda had captured the mind of man   Dismissed with her generation for the price of a can-can   The soul of carmen miranda for the price of a can-can   The soul of carmen miranda for the price of a can-can