Tokyo Joe - Bryan Ferry

My girl Friday, she no square

She like a 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 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 no, sounds like Tokyo Joe

Geisha girl show you she adore you

Two oriental eyes implore you

Femme fatal or ingenuous?

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 an' 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

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?

Don’t know?

Ask Tokyo Joe

So inscrutable her reply

«Ask me no question, I will tell you no lie»

GL boys howlin' out for more

VIP’S purrin', «Je t’adore»

Ah so, that’s Tokyo Joe