You're wearing grey today, you're from Berlin

I'd say

    You're a model

Can i be blue for you, like I'm fashion too ?

    (See me wobble)

We'll be a pair of swells and dig the best hotels

    Hit the throttle

We'll do the rhumba too and say the life we

knew

    Was so gay



Ah, teach me to rock, I'm getting caught in a

pocket

    Of Saki

We can go to hop and do the Suburban Bop

    Cool and sharply

Queue for the cops, you got no reason to not

    Be Malaki

Your Gossamer and Fluff are gonna be enough

    For today



We'll dig the sand and sea down in Alicante

    On the borders

We'll dig the hustle-around and hear the Virgin

sound

    Of your daughters

American Bordeaux, we'll hit a rhytm slow,

    Oh ! the tortures !!

But what Ruthy said must have gone to your

head like

    They say