| My girl Friday, she no square
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| She like a lotus blossom in her hair
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| Be-bop records and something new
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| Sometimes borrowed but she’s never blue
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| Oh no, not Tokyo Joe
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| Way past midnight, she not home
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| She cut the ice down the Danger Zone
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| Water-tight dresses, she don’t care
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| A trifle risque, a tart, no sir
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| Oh no, sounds like Tokyo Joe
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| Geisha girl show you she adore you
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| Two oriental eyes implore you
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| Femme fatal or ingenuous?
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| She’s very cunning, fiendish clever
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| Geisha girl suffer many times a fool
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| Sayonara moon
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| When all the world’s a stage
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| Oh where are you?
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| Tokyo Rose on the radio
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| Or Diz an' Bird puttin' on the moan
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| Tappin' out telexes to Tupelo
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| Dear John, doh ray me fah so?
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| Let’s go, call for Tokyo Joe
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| Walkin' tall down the Danger Zone
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| She hokey-cokey till the cows come home
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| Big shot from the hip neon cool
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| Say, when you’ve been around, what’s left to do?
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| Don’t know? |
| Ask Tokyo Joe
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| So inscrutable her reply
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| «Ask me no question, I will tell you no lie»
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| GL boys howlin' out for more
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| VIP’S purrin', «Je t’adore»
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| Ah so, that’s Tokyo Joe |