Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Olga... I Cannot, artist - Toy Dolls. Date of issue: 22.04.2007
Song language: English
Olga... I Cannot |
| I think I’ll ring Kendra. |
| (ring, ring) Hello, It’s Olga. |
| Can I speak to Kendra please? |
| Just hold on a minute pet. |
| Kendra? |
| Olga’s on the phone. |
| Do you want to speak to him? |
| Ahhh… I cannot! |
| I first saw Kendra at a pub called the Ramside Hall, in Durham |
| so sweet and tender but she didn’t even see me at all, no She looked so nice, she smelled so fine, oh how I wished that Kendra was |
| mine |
| five foot one, and eyes that were blue, a smile that made me melt oh what could i do? |
| I had to get Kendra’s telephone number really quick, yes. |
| If I came srtaight to the point it would do the trick, yes. |
| I asked her if she’d like to go out with me, |
| She said that she was flattered but I just couldn’t see why she said… |
| Ahhh, Olga… I cannot |
| My boyfriend’s sitting on the seaty |
| he does not want, you to see me, so Olga… I cannot. |
| I was really de-pressed what could I do, I was blue |
| I’ll ring her up again, in a day or two… On Monday |
| Her boyfriend wasn’t there, so I felt lucky |
| hows about now, baby, come out with me and she said… |
| I would if I could but I don’t think I should |
| I can’t, well I can, but I shan’t, It’s not good man |
| Olga… I cannot |
| I’m sorry that I ever ran, |
| She said, Don’t be dafted, ahh Olga man |
| I want to see you don’t get me wrong |
| I’ll contact you soon, It won’t be long… |
| but at the moment… I cannot |
| I called Kendra another 50 times on the phone… yes |
| she agreed to meet me but I should have known… yes |
| I wound the window down, in the Rolls Royce |
| I said jump in the back and then I heard a voice |
| start to say… start to saayyy… start to saaayyyyyy |
| I’m going to Laurette, for my holiday in Spain |
| but when I get back, I still cannot begin, so I talked it over with me mum and me dad |
| but even me sister and the dog thinks you’re mad |
| so Olga… Olga… Ah, Olga… I cannot |