Mayday

A slave's a girl who slaves her days away In arabesques and minarettes And tablecloths and serviettes She's screaming,? This is what you get? First you put the tongue in, then you put the boots in Yeah-yeah, oh-yeah First you put the tongue in, then you put the boots in Yeah-yeah, oh-yeah The mob goes 15 ways I dunno which way to go The mob goes 15 ways, and my head My poor head feels like a smashed window George is 24, easily bored All his life seen nothing but closed doors Not any more First you put the tongue in, then you put the boots in Yeah-yeah, oh-yeah First you put the tongue in, then you put the boots in Yeah-yeah, oh-yeah The mob goes 15 ways I dunno which way to go The mob goes 15 ways, and my head My poor head feels like a smashed window