Rounding the corner we come
to a halt
Doors fly open as we prepare
for assault
Out from the shadows step
the dangerous boys
Hands hiding weapons, they
treat them like toys
Debutante Gretta, the taxidermist's
daughter
She knows what to say
She knows how to mingle, she
knows the lingo
Muchachos wh're here to see
Johnny
Representing the mambo
Representing the mambo...
mambo... mambo oooh.. mambo
Gretta leads us through the
stone carved archway
Into the school of samba,
the place of sacred rites
We push through a gauntlet
of limpwristed handshakes
And empty cotillion air kisses
Gretta smiles as we make our
way to the bar
The new crowd says I remind
them of Frank
Who died of excessive nymphets
In Barcelona... in Barcelona
Who's that with Gretta? You
know how she is...
Yeah, never the same one twice
I wonder if by any chance
you would like a piece of cake
No thank you, my ears are
too sweet now
A strange choice of work, but
forensically it's true
Sudden thunder clap drum roll
Gretta's on the stage... she's
a honey of a hun
This blue-eyed angel girl
Announces proudly to everyone
in the room
Senhores y senores here's
Johnny
Representing the mambo
Representing the mambo...
mambo... mambo oooh.. mambo
Gretta Gretta I've got to slip
away
It just won't work between
us
Your daddy runs the house
of pain
You are the taxidermist's
daughter
Marco Giunco |
Work | Basket | Music | Words |