My girl Friday she no square She like lotus blossom in her hair Be-bop records and something new Sometimes borrowed but she's never blue Oh no, not Tokyo Joe Way past midnight, she not home She cut the ice down the Danger Zone Water-tight dresses, she don't care A trifle risqué, a tart, no sir Oh no, sounds like Tokyo Joe Geisha girl show you she adore you Two oriental eyes implore you Femme fatale or ingénue? She very cunning, fiendish clever Geisha girl suffer many times a fool Sayonara moon When all the world's a stage, oh where are you? Tokyo Rose on the radio Or Diz and Bird putting on the moan Tapping out telexes to Tupelo Dear John, do re mi fah so? Let's go, call for Tokyo Joe Walking tall down the Danger Zone She hokey-cokey till the cows come home Big shot, from the hip, neon cool Say, when you've been around, what's left to do? Don't know? Ask Tokyo Joe So inscrutable her reply Ask no question and me tell no lie GI boys howling out for more VIPs purring je t'adore Ah so, that's Tokyo Joe
Compositor: Bryan Ferry (Roxy Music) (PRS)Editor: Eg Music Limited (PRS)ECAD verificado obra #6722937 em 07/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM