(Dick McCormack)
Edna was eighty years old last July
She's older and greyer, but then so am I
All of our married life, all of our days
We've started each morning the very same way
We go waltzing around in the nude
The neighbours complain it's crude
But Edna and me feel misunderstood
It's not rude, waltzing around in the nude
The phonograph stands on the living-room floor
Next to the sofa, across from the door
We hum all the tunes and we sway with the beat
With love in our hearts we're so light on our feet
We go waltzing around in the nude
Our kids think we're missing a screw or two
Our kids are prudes, they just can't get used
To Edna and me waltzing round in the nude
Time was when we floated like leaves on the breeze
Pleasing each other we'd do as we pleased
Still we're two dancing fools, Edna and me
Though nowadays I'm kind of stiff at the knees
Still we're waltzing around in the nude
And I don't know a happier mood
With what joy I'm imbued and what wonders I've viewed
Waltzing around in the nude
When the coffee is hot, when the sun's shining bright
Sometimes a waltz feels too airy and light
These are the moments when Edna delights
Changing the record to something just right
So we do the polka in the nude
We love all those fiddles and flutes
Then we open a few of the beers that we've brewed
Doing the polka in the nude
We go spinning around and around
Till Edna gets dizzy and falls down
And she giggles, she points and she thinks I'm cute
Doing the polka in my birthday suit
So do the polka in the nude
It works great for us, it will work great for you
It keeps your heart young and it keeps your love true
Like Edna and me do the polka in the nude
(as sung by Iain MacKintosh)