Mayday
A slave's a girl who slaves her days away
In arabesques and minarets
Tablecloths and serviettes
She's singing 'this is what you get'
First you put the tongue in
Then you put the boot in
Yeah yeah, oh yeah
First you put the tongue in
Then you put the boot in
Yeah yeah, oh yeah
The mob goes fifteen ways
I dunno which way to go
The mob goes fifteen ways
and my head, my poor head
feels like a smashed window
George is twenty four, he's easily bored
all his life he's seen nothing but closed doors
Not any more...
First you put the tongue in
Then you put the boot in
Yeah yeah, oh yeah
First you put the tongue in
Then you put the boot in
Yeah yeah, oh yeah