My girl 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, oh no, not Tokyo Joe
Way past midnight, she's not home
She cut the ice down the danger zone
Water-tight dresses, she don't care
A trifle risque, a tart, no sir
Oh, 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?
Oh, let's go, call for Tokyo Joe
Walkin' tall down the danger zone
She 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?
Ooh, don't know? ask Tokyo Joe
So inscrutable her reply
Ask me no question and tell me no lies
G.I. girls howlin' out for more
V.I.P.'s purrin' je t'adore
Ooh, ah so, that's Tokyo Joe
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