Can that boy foxtrot!

I know this grocery clerk
Unprepossessing
Some think the boy's a jerk
They have my blessing
But when he starts to move
He aims to please
Which only goes to prove
That sometimes in a clerk
You find a Hercules

He hasn't much that's plus
You might describe him thus

A false alarm
A broken arm
An imitation Hitler
But with littler charm
But oh
Can that boy foxtrot

His mouth is mean
He's not too clean
What makes him look reptilian
Is the brilliantine
But oh
Can that boy foxtrot

Who knows what I saw in him?
I took a chance
Oh yes, one more flaw in him
He can't dance

As dumbbells go
He's rather slow
And as for being saintly
Even faintly, no
But who needs Albert Schweitzer
When the lights are low
And oh boy, oh boy
Can that boy foxtrot!

Right now as I speak of him
I hear those drums
And oh the technique of him
He's all thumbs!
His jokes are quaint and fairly faint
He may be full of hokum but I've no complaint
He often is a bore but on the floor he ain't
And oh boy oh boy
Can that boy foxtrot!