Lyrics Big Shot - Bonzo Dog Doo Dah Band

Big Shot

I am the Big Shot
You heard me right the first time.
Name of batchelor Johnny Cool.
Occupation: Big Shot.
Occupation at the moment: just having fun.
What a party that was — the drinks were loaded and so were the dolls
I narrowed my eyes and poured a stiff Manhattan.
Then I saw… Hotsie.
What a dame.
A big, bountiful babe in the region of 48−23−38.
One hell of a
region.
She had the hottest lips since Hiroshima: I had to stand back for fear
of being burned.
Whiskey wow wow.
I breathed.
She was dressed as before the bed.
In that kind of outfit she could get rolled at night… and I don’t mean on a
crap table
It’s kind of revealing, isn’t it?
Revealing?
It’s positively risqu — I like it.
She said: «You're a man with a thousand Gs, right?»
«A thousand what?»
I quipped.
«G-men, girls, guns, guts.»
«You're my type.»
«Wrong, baby» I slapped her hard.
«I'm a `L' man: strictly liquor,
love and laughs.»
She stared over my shoulder: «Play it cool, Johnny.»
Play it what?
I flipped.
«Listen, I fought my way up from tough East Side New York.
Lead-filled saps
and sub-machine guns, like this.»
She said: «Johnny, this is a deadly game, have a few laughs and go home.
«I shuddered.
Normally I pack a rod in pyjamas — I carry nothing but scars
from Normandy beach.
I said «Wrong, baby, you can’t fool me.»
She spat
playfully.
«I'm ahead of you, Johnny.»
I studied the swell of her enormous
boobs and said: «Baby, you’re so far ahead it’s beautiful.»
«You, you are, you are eccentric, I like that.»
«Electric cheri, bounce off my rocket, tout comprende?»
We spoke French
fluently.
Our lips met again and again.
«Yeah, yeah yeah» I slobbered.
Hotsie said: «You're slobbering all over the seat, kid.»
I went home late.
Very late.
What could I say to m