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INTERNATIONAL WOMAN
04:23
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International Woman
International Woman, you’re lookin’ good to me
International Woman, in your lingerie
When you shake that thing I’m glad we joined the EEC
International Woman, were you sent from above
To come and teach me the international language of love?
Ola, je t’aime, 以後, la la la, a vien
Ah, take me round the world baby, this is a night time raid
Special forces, the Geneva Convention of love
You’re gonna have to put me on trial baby
International Woman, take off that national dress
Ah, where you from babe? Uh uh, don’t tell me – let me guess
I’m a diplomat of love, I need some international congress
Well now you might be from Africa, you might be from Rome
Anywhere that you’re from baby that’s where I’ll call home
I’m a missionary of love on a diplomatic mission
I’m an angel from above, I’m great in any old position
I can do it standing on one leg, like an ostrich,
With my hands tied behind my back, blindfolded
Yeah, all that stuff
International Woman, you’re at the top of my list
You’re so dangerous, you are my most wanted
And I’m imposing an un-zipped fly zone, let’s get with it
Well now you might be from China, Australia or The States,
Walk like an Egyptian in hot pants and roller skates
A Scandinavian beauty stranded on some desert shore
But if you come from England baby I’ve met you before
Oh what do you mean you can’t remember?
You’re breaking my heart baby, you're so cold, so cold
Heat up, hear what I’m sayin’
I’m gonna take my problem to the United Nations
Take my problem to the United Nations
Gonna take my problem to the United Nations
THE UNITED FORNICATION NATION!
Woo, take my round the world baby,
Oh let’s form a coalition of the willing
I’m the Olympic champion, baby1956 – Ooh yeah - Oh that feels good
Well now you might be Brazilian, German or Swiss
With cuckoo clocks and band accounts, precision that don’t miss
A Ruskie spy, a blow-up doll from the Axis of Evil
But that don’t bother me none, ‘cause I’m a Boll Weevil, I can survive anything!
You gotta pick me outta that cotton baby, I’m indestructible, I can go anywhere
You see that thing you got in your hand? That’s the Spear of Destiny
The Entente Cordiale –
International Woman, you’re lookin’ good, International
You’re lookin’ good to me, international
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When Elvis Came To London
When Elvis came to London I was there
When Elvis came to London, baby that I swear!
There was me, Tommy Steele, Joe, Marty, Johnny Kidd
Cliff Richard showed up but we all hid
When Elvis came to London I was there
When Elvis came to London I was there
When Elvis Presley came to London baby that I swear
Well he snuck on out of Germany on a twenty-four pass
Cause he wanted to see this beautiful city of London
And I was there
Well, liar, liar your pants on fire, your nose is as long as the telephone wire
Liar, liar, liar your pants on fire
Well, liar, liar your pants on fire, your nose is as long as the telephone wire
Liar, liar, liar your pants on fire
There was a blue Moon over London and I was there
There was a blue moon over London, mama that I swear
We couldn’t take him for a ride in an underground train
‘cause the chicks would’ve fainted and the cats gone insane
When Elvis came to London I was there – curl that lip baby!
Well we drove him up to Buckingham palace to check out the Queen
Well she threw off her crown and she fell down to her knees - and said
Why, you’re the wildest cat that I ever did see
Come on King Honey let’s TCB!!!
When Elvis Came to London I was there
Well, liar, liar pants on fire, your nose is as long as the telephone wire
Liar, liar, liar your pants on fire
Well, liar, liar your pants on fire, your nose is as long as the telephone wire
Liar, liar, liar your pants on fire
Well we took him down to Soho to the Colony room
But there was too much cussin’ and we had to leave there soon
Well the King was getting’ hungry so we jumped in the car,
But he wasn’t impressed with the Wimpy Bar
When Elvis came to London baby I was there
When Elvis came to London I was there – liar, liar, pants on fire
When Elvis came to London, mama that I swear – I SWEAR!
When Elvis came to London baby, when Elvis came to London
When Elvis came to London I was there, I was there, I was there
I was there, I was there!
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CAT WOMAN
03:44
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CAT WOMAN
Set your pet pod baby, you’re comin' round to my place tonight!
Leave some fish in the dish babe, your pussycat will be alright,
And this old tomcat is going to make you squeal with delight,
Unlock your cat-flap baby, he’ll be going in and out all day,
Or he’s gonna destroy all your furniture when you go away,
And that cute little cat from next-door wants to come round and play,
Cat woman - CccccccCATWOMAN – Miaow!
Get out the catnip baby and spread it all over the floor,
We’re gonna hoover it all up, and then we’re gonna order some more,
This cat is knock knock knockin', and soon he’s gonna break down the door,
Pussycat woman, oh you’re a cat woman I see,
Don’t worry honey I’ve got plenty of money and I can hit this steel guitar
Oh lovely pussy, oh pussy my love, what a beautiful pussy you are,
What a beautiful pussy you are, are, are!
It’s the law of the jungle and I’m gonna be a tiger tonight,
Yes I’m the King of the Jungle, so baby don’t you put up a fight,
Because this old stray cat is gonna make you squeal with delight.
Cat woman, CccccccCATWOMAN – Miaow!
Cause this old stray cat is gonna make you squeal with delight,
I said this old tomcat is gonna make you howl all night,
Yeah this old stray cat is gonna make you squeal with delight,
With delight, with delight.
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HOWLIN' FOR JOANNE
04:39
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HOWLIN’ FOR JOANNE.
Well she’s so sweet, yeah she’s so fine,
Every time we meet, she’s got me toeing the line,
She's got white blonde hair, and them cat green eyes,
She’s way sweeter than ice cream and hot apple pie,
She’s great in the daytime, but even better at night,
When the sun goes down then the time is right,
And I’m out in the city - hear my baby call
And I’ m scratching at the fence post,
Yeah I’m climbing up the wall
And the moon is rising, the change is coming,
I’m more wolf than a man,
And I’m crawlin’ up on Hampstead Heath,
And I’m howlin’ for Joanne
She lives up the hill, at the edge of the wood,
But she’s way cuter than Red Riding Hood,
She got something for me, that always tastes so good,
It ain’t gluten free, it makes me do what I should,
She says Grandpa what a long nose you have,
And hair upon your hands
Well I’m haulin’ ass on Hampstead Heath
And I’m howlin’ for Joanne
She’s so Germanic, sometimes it makes me panic
She don’t like to rush,
She got a mouth on her to make sailor blush,
She got a Rag Doll cat, and a fine Chihuahua,
That scratch and sniff don’t stop,
But if you don’t like The Wolf Man baby,
She’ll crush you like a moth.
She’s great in the daytime, but even better at night
When the moondogs strut, and the bullfrogs fight
And the bullfrogs fight, and the bullfrogs fight,
And the bullfrogs fight, and the bullfrogs fight,
And I’m out in the city, and I hear my baby call,
And I’m scratching at the fence posts,
Yes I’m climbin’ up the wall,
And the moon is risin’, the change is coming
I’m more wolf than a a man
I’m crawlin’ up on Hampstead Heath,
And I'm howlin’ for Joanne, howlin’ for Joanne
Ho ho ho ho ho,
Howlin’ for Joanne,
And the moon is rising, the change is coming,
I’m more wolf than a man,
And I’m haulin’ ass on Hampstead Heath,
And I’m howlin’ for Joanne
Howlin’ for Joanne, howlin’ for Joanne,
And the moon is risin’, the change is coming
I’m more wolf than a a man
I’m crawlin’ up on Hampstead Heath,
Howlin’ for Joanne, howlin’ for Joanne
Howlin’ for Joanne, howlin’ for Joanne.
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