She was working in a bridal shop in Flushing, Queens
Til her boyfriend kicked her out in one of those crushing scenes
What was she to do, where was she to go
She was out on her fanny
So over the bridge from Flushing to the Sheffield's door
She was there to sell make up but the father saw more
She had style, she had flair, she was there
That's how she became the Nanny
Who would have guessed that the girl we described
Was just exactly what the doctor prescribed?
Now, the father finds her beguiling, watch out C.C
And the kids are actually smiling, such joie de vivre
She's the lady in red when everybody else is wearing tan
The flashy girl from Flushing, the Nanny named Fran