| My girly Friday she’s 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’s not home
|
| She cut the ice down the danger zone
|
| Water-tight suit, she don´t care
|
| A trifle risque, a tart, no sir…
|
| Oh no… sounds like Tokyo Joe
|
| Geisha girl show you she adores you
|
| Two oriental eyes implore you
|
| Femme fatale or ingenue?
|
| She’s 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 ´n bird puttin´on the moan
|
| Tappin´out telexes to tupelo
|
| Dear John, doh ray me fah so?
|
| Let´s go… call for Tokyo Joe
|
| Walkin´tall down the danger zone
|
| He 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 tell me no lies
|
| G.I girls howlin´out for more
|
| Vip´s purrin´je t´adore…
|
| Ah so… that´s Tokyo Joe |