Tokyo Joe - Bananarama

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