Tokyo Joe

My girly 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 no… not Tokyo Joe
Way past midnight — she’s not home
She cut the ice down the danger zone
Water-tight suit, she don´t care
A trifle risque, a tart, no sir…
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?
Let´s go… call for Tokyo Joe
Walkin´tall down the danger zone
He 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?
Don´t know? ask Tokyo Joe
So inscrutable her reply
Ask no question and tell me no lies
G.I girls howlin´out for more
Vip´s purrin´je t´adore…
Ah so… that´s Tokyo Joe