Yeah, let me tell you the story about Muk-Tuk Annie,|Who came south to go to school;|With a see-through blouse and sealskin mini,|Old Annie sure looked cool.|She blew into Montreal in the early Fall,|Like nothin' they'd ever seen;|With long black hair and reindeer underwear,|She weighed about two-sixteen.||She came a long, long way, from Frobisher Bay;|People, don'tcha know now what I mean?|She had the boys all cryin' on the distant early warning line;|Old Muk-Tuk Annie could really make the scene.||Well she told her teacher that she wanted to dance,|Said she wanted to study ballet;|But she was four-foot-six with her mukluks off.|And I heard her teacher say|'Now I ain't sayin' Annie that you can't dance,|No, I wouldn't wanna tell you that;|But I got a form here signed in triplicate,|Says you gotta learn to drive a cab.'|She says, 'I don't wanna learn to cook or sew,|Build boats or drive no cab,|'Cause I came south to sing and dance|And groovy shit like that,|'Cause I was Miss Baffin Island Beauty Queen|For nineteen-seventy-four|And I spent a whole weekend in Grise Fiord,|With the boys beatin' down the door.||She came a long, long way, from Frobisher Bay;|People, don'tcha know now what I mean?|She had the boys all cryin' on the distant early warning line;|Old Muk-Tuk Annie could really make the scene.||Well she said, 'Thank you for your trouble, Sir,|But I'll make it on my own;|And the word spread through the North like wildfire,|'Big Annie's comin' home'|She got off o' the plane with a record player,|Ballet slippers on her toes|And she opened up a little groovy club,|Where everybody comes and goes.|She got Old Stompin' Tom on the record player|And she serves good booze and grub.|And the folks around Baffin Island|Figure it's better 'n any old Playboy club,|You can drink tea, beer and anti-freeze|'Til you fall right off o' your feet. |And there's seal flippers and potato chips,|When you feel like somethin' to eat.||She came a long, long way, from Frobisher Bay;|People, don'tcha know now what I mean?|She had the boys all cryin' on the distant early warning line;|Old Muk-Tuk Annie could really make the scene.||Well she packs that joint almost every night,|An' folks come from miles around.|And every night about ten o'clock,|All the houselights are turned way down;|And suddenly, she's on the stage,|Wearin' that toothless grin,|Short fat Annie, the Goddess o' Love|And she's gonna do her Dance o' Sin|Well she jumps and shouts, and huffs and puffs|And does a little bump and grind|And all she's wearin' is them ptarmigan feathers|Scotch-taped to her behind||Well she made about a hundred grand last year|Which wasn't too bad at all|And decided to take a little holiday|So she flew down to Montreal|It seems she ran into her teacher there|You know, the one that she met before|And she gave 'im a job tendin' the bar|And takin' tickets at her Nightclub door||She come a long, long way from Frobisher Bay|People, don'tcha know now what I mean?|She had the boys all cryin' on the distant early warning line|Old Muk-Tuk Annie could really make the scene|Let me tell ya now, Muk-Tuk Annie could really make the scene|Let me tell ya now, Muk-Tuk Annie could really make the scene|