Every evening, eight o'clock, the curtain's up, the band begins to play

The mayor's there, his lovely wife's been squeezed into the fashions of the day

You make your entrance on time

Decadent, thrilling, divine

You're hypnotic, so exotic, the audience just sighs and melts away 



Encore, show us more

Sweet Gipsy Rose-a

Encore, they shout more

Se magnifica

Such a pretty face, than of you bolding into space

So give them more, encore

Tre magnifica 



Twelve o'clock, the stage is bare, the curtain's down, the show comes to an end

Waiting in the wings, I see the silhouette of him, your current friend

Without me, your show wouldn't be

Professional right down to a "T"

Yes, I'm the one who pulls the curtain down, yes, I'm the one you'll never see 



Encore, show them more

Sweet Gipsy Rose-a

Encore, they shout more

Se magnifica

Such a pretty face, will send me flying into space

So give them more, encore

Tre magnifica 



Without me, your show wouldn't be

Professional right down to a "T"

Yes, I'm the one who pulls the curtain down, yes, I'm the one you'll never see 



Encore, show them more

Sweet Gipsy Rose-a

Encore, they shout more

Se magnifica

Such a pretty face, has got me flying up in space

So give us more, encore

Tre magnifica